Do You Still Not Know?

You look in a mirror and think you’re "hot,"

Or you look in a mirror and think you’re "not" –

either way lost in the lab’rynth of "compare,"

from the turn of your foot to the curl of your hair –

male or female, hetero, gay:

you’re tortured, comparing, night and day!

Do you still not know who you are?

Do you still not know your own real beauty?

Physical beauty’s subjective and relative,

the mirror of inner wealth shows more objective’

what the physical could be – why don’t you look at that?

Without knowing your inner form, the outer comes off flat.

Do you still not know who you are?

Do you still not know your own rich beauty?

If your heart would find its lovingkindness,

not self-conscious, but native and conscious,

and reflect your real nature’s basic root

in that beauty which knows itself and is true:

the divine beauty in each is peculiar to that one –

or have you not read this in the Second Commandment?

Then go read it again, this time with my eyes:

"Thou shalt not compare what is divine."

Do you still not know who you are?

Do you still not know your own beauty?