How do I know

How do I know?
How do I know that I have heard,
That, no matter how dimly, I may have seen,
That I may have been touched, so softly,
That I may have questioned the encounter?
How do I know,
That I am not ruled by a day, or a time,
A song or a passage,
That something is happening,
Deeper than I knew possible.
How do I know that I have started a journey,
My footsteps slowly leaving who I was and who I am,
What I thought and think and say.
Perhaps it's when I look to my left,
And then to my right,
When I encounter what I disagree with,
And what I embrace,
In the harsh night of confusion
Of angry words and and loves embrace,
The good, the bad,
The dark and the light.
A choice is being made,
A life is being changed.
For I am embraced by something so glorious,
So wondrous,
Something so gentle
Something universal
Something for me
For you,
How do I know,
How will I know?
I will know when I truly learn to love
As I am loved,
And when I realise
I will die
Still trying.
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