It Is Morning - A Reflection

How do I know I am still alive?

It is morning.

The birds are creating miraculous sounds,

Melodies all around.

They sing to each other gloriously.

How would it be for us to sing to our fellow humans similarly?

The spider babies parachuting from their night time sleeping place to be within the safety of mama spider for the day.

To be so safe,

To know such safety in the web of life.

How do I know I am alive?

It is morning.

I feel all of these experiences in my human portal.

The bliss of receiving visceral sensation.

I know I am alive not just because I hear the birds song.

I feel it in my heart.

I know too I am alive because not only do I see the spider babies drop to mama,

I feel their radar honing towards safe space.

And here in the morning,

I listen to my coffee bubbling.

I taste,

I hear,

I see,

I smell and mostly I feel life moving through me.

That's how I know I am still alive.

It is morning.