Today, you are born.
Everything has re-created itself for you.
And in response,
All there is to do is love.
Inhaling, exhaling.
Eyes cracked open for the first time,
Seeing:
the world for the first time.
Your mother, your father,
Your sister, your brother.
Yourself –
for the first time.
Him, her, us, them – all.
The dense blades of lush green grass
and blazing canary yellow sunlight.
Cool, cerulean skies
dotted with shape shifting cotton candy clouds.
Wind rushing toward your fresh face,
Glittering ocean waves.
Entire bodies of water
re-created for you
to love for the first time.
The feeling of cool, gritty sand
slipping through your clenched fists,
shifting underneath the weight of your feet.
The first time you heard a crack of thunder,
Shivered in the rain,
Then tasted a warm strawberry sunset.
Experiencing it all today
For the first time.
And in response,
All there is to do is love.
Inhaling, exhaling.
Until you lay down for another rest.
Until, again, the opportunity presents itself –
Born again, to another new day.
The world re-creates itself for you.
And you awaken, and crack your eyes open,
To love it all again,
Like it’s the first time.
“Today, you are born.” – BEM
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