It is round the corner, this D-Day For my summa iru resolution Also supposedly my birthday I ask curiously in all earnestness Tell me what was born? This body? But I am told by all the sages This body is NOT me, so? You would of course say But you do not "know" that Not "knowing" something is a fact Does not make it false Ok, just for the moment Even if I grant I am the body Ain't there a possibility That on some distant day in future I could die on my birthday That probability certainly exists So, one could celebrate both Because right now, what is alive? What is real is the spirit, not body The body is as good as dead already But anyway, what is this false death Real death anyway is that of the ego But the ego does not exist, shit This shit keeps getting complicated I should just up and blow the candles One fine day this candle is blown out.
Know Thyself 