Aviva

The birthing of mortals
Is the honeysuckled kiss of the Divine.

There are many paths to the ocean of bliss.
Be watchful, step carefully,
And run with abandon!

The sailors know you are coming.
They have made a raft for you
Of the most precious wood.

But do not think of this.

Look down! See how every step
Is the ecstasy of the universe
Birthing itself for you.