Conscious World

I don't have to be stoned anymore to see sentience everywhere. It's clear to me sitting here moving my hands o'er the keyboard that I and my loved one there on the bed are connected to each and as well the trees and the cat on the fence, and the dogs sleeping in the yard that send a paw twitching now and then but whose sense of me, immediate. The air itself is electric with life, I move against it, I feel push back and water will tell of my presence to all. And we find such wit in the sky with flights of birds so aware, the ground pushes back as I walk with care.