Self-Appraisal, self-love, this, I say, is the holy grail,
The measure of our worth
For our’s is the only judgement we humans suffer;
We may think we are subject to the opinions of others,
But only insofar as we estimate their worth:
The lion does not lose sleep over the opinion of sheep – but of lions
And all is opinion, whether they be lion or not
It’s the mind that accepts or rejects,
And therein lies the power – to validate or invalidate oneself
For no one can take your dignity unless you allow them, and why would you do that?
Unless you didn’t own yourself, unless the poverty was within.
As above so below, as within so without
I’m here to tell you, we can be thermometers – measuring the external
Or we can be thermostats – controlling the internal
It’s all in the inner-appraisal, in the self-love:
Heaven and hell,
Happy or sad
Worth or worthless
Yes, I know, the way our parents talked to us became our inner voice,
And their parents them
But now, reading this, the poet, the one who points at the moon,
Invites you to re-appraise yourself and decide:
What are you worth and why?
Are the opinions of those who put others down to raise themselves up worth your happiness?
Is the opinion of someone who doesn’t even love you or themselves worth more than your own?
Are you a good person because you think so or because they do?
Do you like yourself because you do or because they do?
Do you not like yourself because you or because they don’t? Are they lions or sheep?
Are you a lion or a sheep?
Answer these and you’ll see the whole hologram – each piece reflecting the mind
Are you whole or is there a hole?
How do you fill it? With what? Why?
What are you looking for? What validation do you need?
Why? Whose? What will it take?
Why are you selling yourself short?
Do you have the same operating system as an adolescent does when their crush does not like them?
Why didn’t they like you? Were they right about you? If not, who gives a shit
What do you not like about yourself? Why? Is it worth your happiness?
Is it even a valid reason to live a lesser existence? (For this is the cost)
My friend, it is high time to remodel your inner-sight, so your values no longer castrate your joy…
And are you shallow? Is this your poverty? Do you wish you looked different?
Are you looking for someone outside yourself to show you how to love yourself?
It’s an inside job, you’ve been told this, they just didn’t tell you it takes courage
Maybe this is why you haven’t gotten it right… I bet you’re ready to…
Ask yourself what will it take, to love YOU while you are alive
It is you – you are The Living One – this is your only life with yourself….
So others didn’t appreciate you – you didn’t either
Drop your cross and polish your goddamn crown; trade your inner burdens for liberation,
Be brave: tell yourself the true stories behind your scars, and in them, you’ll find the understanding and compassion you need to love yourself
Not lust – not love for reasons that aren’t who you are – you deserve love for who you are
Humans need human love, a girl who used to love me told me this
Then she didn’t love me because I didn’t love me, but that’s how it works
Again, it’s an inside job, this inner-appraisal stuff
So it wasn’t passed down to you – they didn’t have it to give!
We live in a society of shitty appraisers, all measuring off some heartless corporate image of self
Look how many worship the orange one – it’s daddy issues as a collective neurosis –
Just like someone with a bad-dad drawn to bad-men, they want shitty daddy’s love
Do you really want that person’s love – because you’ll have to be ugly outside to get it – and even then you’ll find they don’t even have it to give
You need to let go of the love you weren’t given. And you need to understand why they couldn’t give it.
Do you need to look like Kylie Jenner? Or someone else? Is that your estimation of paradise, is that your hell?
Do you value others above yourself?
Do you have a standard of beauty and of worth that you don’t even live up to?
Do you think you even deserve love?
Why the fuck not – this is the grand question
I suspect the answer may have something to do with your position in this great big monkey tribe
For lesser monkeys in real monkey troops also have low self-esteem, owing to their lack of status among monkeys
But are we monkeys? Is the popular girl, the rich hot guy – are these our alpha dogs?
Are they worthy to lead us? Who are we idolizing? Why aren’t we worth that?
Why? What is it we value…
Maybe you’ll find the truth, that society is impoverished for want of shiny values
What’s really worth loving?
Not codependency via love from a surrogate mom or dad as unloving as your own
They didn’t know how… they didn’t have it to give!
Find that place where you want to cry in your compassion for them,
Then give it to yourself
Then share it, it’s true leadership to be full of love, to be secure
This is the courage, the bravery I want you to find
And I want you to design a love for yourself so whole and so deep, that it would require true – worthy of raising your children, worthy of being with you love to match it
Design that love
Deconstruct these false values
Design that love
When you do, and you will,
Then will you find it reflected back in another, but not before
They have to see it
Monkeys and humans are like that
And that’s our problem
So it’s a great big catch-22, where you have to have your license to legally drive to the DMV
But whose permission are you waiting on to love yourself?
And why can’t you give it to yourself?
What are you waiting for?
I’d say it’s you
Only you think it’s an outside power – it’s not
Love is an inner light
And when you have it, no one can cast so much as a shadow over you
This stuff takes work, but you’re going to do it
Because you are worth loving while you are alive
And if you don’t think so, know you will decide to be
I’ve already given you some of what I have, and it’s contagious
So let this awareness, this consciousness grow
And never appraise your priceless heart again
You can do it
I’m just the poet, the shaman, pointing at the moon
We don’t need LSD, we don’t need mushrooms, we don’t need anything
Just the courage, to love ourselves despite everything and everyone
Then they have no more power
And you might even consider giving them some of this
It’s the difference – this shift in you – it’s the difference between gas and solar,
Between a finite resource from outside, or an infinite, abundant resource from within
Let love lift you up, it’ll take you all the way
Are you really waiting to die to get into heaven?
Because love is the key, and you already have it, you’ve just let society hide it from you
YOU ARE SO FUCKING WORTH LOVING!!!
Don’t ever wait for someone else to tell you, and don’t ever forget
For this is the power, the kingdom and the glory, forever and ever
(It was never in gods, they just told us to look there)
Be a part of evolution, go ahead
Claim the love they told us to give to god,
But don’t think you have to make yourself a god, that’s just hiding the thing again,
You need to love your most human, temporary, fragile, delicate, precious self
Breathe it in, share it, smile, feel it, return to it
It’s inside of you, they just hid it with some clever oneupmanship over us
But we are the highest
Not as gods,
For this is the question, will you respect yourself enough to love yourself?
If you can’t yet, get to work, for this is the pearl of great price at the bottom of your ocean
Under all the hocus pocus of religion and spirituality, under all the shame, under all the guilt, under all the pain of your childhood, under years of living with a corporate image of self, there’s a great creature under all of that – don’t let them tell you it’s in the sky, “.. or the birds will proceed you”
It’s here and now, and it’s your’s. Claim it.
For there is no other best version of yourself than that which loves yourself as a child, not of god, but of yourself – so stop trying to be god, you don’t need to be god to love yourself, that’s a trick.
We’ve fallen for it long enough, don’t you think?
And I’m not suggesting we go backwards, beneath the gods, but forwards, above them, past them, beyond them;
For we are the only gatekeepers in this vast universe
Let yourself in, the door is open.. the door is you
I promise, you won’t find it anywhere else, for it is nowhere else to be found, don’t let them tell you it is.
The only way out is in. It’s at the center of the labyrinth. This is the way home. Here. Now. You. Love.