That’s Amore

 

Maybe it was a meal. One where you could graph each flavor on the fork. The wine seemed to be encoded with a holy memo. And the conversation felt as though it was tied to something that always was and always will be.

Maybe it was with a child. You saw they had no sense of yesterday or tomorrow. The moment, the now, was all that they knew. It was all there was and all they had capacity for. And they were delighted to be your teacher as you became their student.

Maybe it was a flash of a moment on an autumn walk. As golden leaves swirled above, below, and around you, you felt connected. Connected to all of it. It was like you were the point of origin for heaven and earth to conspire in the universe.

Or maybe it was walking through an airport. Strolling through faces you started to see eyes. And after you saw the eyes all you started to see was the soul and the essence of each individual. All you could take in was our unity and likeness. Uniformity was nowhere on your radar.

That’s amore.

That’s all we’ve ever lived, moved, and had our being in.

The moment.

The now.

No past.

No future.

Enjoy.

 

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