Birth (n.) is not about 'coming into' this world. It is about coming out of it, just as leaves come out from a tree. Every individual is an expression of the whole realm of nature, a unique action of the total universe.
Birth (n.) was not something you failed to ask for: Zen asks "who" it was that did not ask to be born, and finds no self apart from the mind-body.
Birth (n.) is not coming into this world but coming out of it, as leaves come out of a tree.
Birth (n.) is being kicked off the edge of a precipice — and it is no help to cling to the rocks that are falling with you.
Birth (n.) implies death, yet calling birth the cause of death is as farfetched as calling the cat's head the cause of its tail.
Birth (n.) is a conventionally isolated event in a movement that began incalculable ages before it and will go on long after death.
Birth (n.) as a human takes nerve, says Chuang-tzu — and you are delighted to have had it.