Birth (Sestina)

Take your breath, the heaving breath.
Push it through the darkness.
Feel the air rushing through the lungs, the mouth slightly open.
Make yourself full
of rocks, tangled emotions, feel them all dissolve
into a canvas of silver.

Sing to the rain, rejoice in fresh purity of silver;
celebrate with every breath.
Allow yourself to dissolve
into happiness; stumble bravely through the darkness,
the cup of joy now full,
the eternal doorway open.

Float through, dance through the open.
Fall into the beauty of silver -
empty void, no longer full;
only your breath
remains in the darkness,
as the night dissolves

into day, which dissolves
into nothing, into open,
vacuum of darkness
that turns into silver
into your breath
into you, longing to be sated and full.

Cry into the darkness, feel yourself dissolve:
When you die, you will be full, but now you are nothing, open -
A blank canvas of silver that you paint with your breaths.