BIRTHDAY REFLECTION

The golden Sun shines in a Sapphire sky,
Proclaiming that greatest question 'who am I?'

To day's my calendar birthday, so they say,
But perhaps it's 'death day' in another way?

To be reborn is not the greatest worth,
The value of a so called human birth,

Is to awaken from the sleep of dreams,
Realise the Self! For that's how it seems,

To this soul reborn many years ago.
More than that I really do not know.