The reason as to why a human cannot give birth to himself is because he needs someone to help him. We are altricial, or helpless at birth, because we have to depend on others so that later in life when we are capable, we help those in need. And this is very much part of the circle of life.

Why are we afraid of the silence that ensues after our death? Wasn’t it the same silence we endured before birth? Isn’t it the same silence we revel in when we are completely immersed in the present moment? Let us not be afraid.

Babies cry at birth because it is the first time they experience separation from love.

We are all lost, so lost, vulnerable and insecure. We are separated from love at birth, we are separated from God, from each other. All we want, all we yearn for is to connect.

I am certain, my love, that poetry was born only after your birth.

Why this candle?Why this cake?The day of my birth is not today.I was born when you said, 'Hey.

The greatest moments in our lives occur when we surrender: birth, love, and death.

I wish to have known you before you were born. To have seen your naked soul and to have kissed it.