Birthday Poem

In this dream
You are the only one who knows you
Don't think that anyone else can see your self
You are vast 
A well with no bottom
You are a speck 
Dust in the eye of the dream

You were once a plant
You were once a vapor
You were once a cold stone 
a sip of water
a scratch
a beam of light

You were once nothing


You were given a birth and you will be given a death

Nothing is taken from you
Only rearranged 
Into different forms 
Nothing is created
Only realized 
Creation is simply a silence waiting to be heard by your self