How do I know?

How do I know...

the feel of the waves on the sand,

without having held each and every grain in my hand?

How do I know…

the rolling rumble of thunder,

without having experienced all nature’s wild wonder?

How do I know…

the taste of salt in sea spray,

without having travelled each and every water way?

How do I know…

the colours of the night,

without the assistant vision of luciferous starlight?

How do I know…

the smell of coming rain,

without having known the dry dust on the plain?

How do I know?

My eternal senses referred to afore

Bespeak of innumerable lives having lived before.