Beauty

Beauty is of the outer and grace is of the inner; hence the grace is
the real beauty. What we call beauty is superficial. And unless a man
is full of grace his beauty is only skin-deep, or maybe not even that.
Scratch him a little and his ugliness comes out. He is just painted on
the outside, but inside he is boiling with all kinds of scorpions and
snakes and monkeys and dogs and cats. Inside he is still in the
jungle. There is no peace, no silence, no joy, no grace.

Grace means to feel in harmony with existence, to be in tune with
existence. When you feel the tuning ego disappears. Ego is ugly. When
there is no ego and you are one with the whole there is grace, and so
much that it starts overflowing you. If there is inner grace, even an
ugly body looks beautiful. And if there is no grace inside, even a
beautiful body does not look beautiful.

Grace is of the spirit, and only that which is of the spirit is
abiding. Only that which is of the spirit is real treasure. It cannot
be taken away, it cannot be destroyed. Fire cannot burn it; even death
cannot destroy it.

A sannyasin has to be full of grace. I am not against physical beauty;
it is good as far as it goes, but it does not go far enough. It is
beautiful to have a beautiful form but it is nothing compared to the
inner beauty, to having a beautiful being. And one can have both,
there is no conflict.

In fact it is easier to have both together than to have one. Whenever
the inner happens, the outer follows, but not vice versa: the outer
may be there, the inner is not necessarily going to follow. The inner
has to be created through great effort, through meditation, through
awareness, through love.

Osho,
“Fingers Pointing to the Moon”