You’ll know it when you feel it
That sense of connecting
I felt it once in karate
Getting my ass kicked
Master yelled “Do it like practice”
A perfect punch like a lightning bolt
Yellow belt connecting to black
He yelled out, incredulous
I felt it when I met my wife
Talking together in a café
We reached for the same cup
A perfect touch like a lightning bolt
Pink hand connecting to beige
We laughed, embarrassed
You’ll know it when you feel it
That sense of connecting
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