They say that if you hold eye contact with someone long enough, you will start to feel something pass between you: a strong connection.
I remember a small fountain in front of my San Giovanni apartment in Rome. The water wasn’t very clear, it was actually a bit milky, but if you sat and looked at it for a minute or two a delightful thing might happen. The goldfish might slowly rise to the surface, like diamonds. It gave me such a thrill to see them appear.
We all like to be seen. We honk our horns, trying to get attention. We go out in public, hoping to lock eyes with someone. Anyone, really. We grow up and wonder why our parents don’t look at us the way they used to. That once unconditional love now seems to have faded. Only in a love affair do we imagine that we are being seen for who we really are. Desired for being who we truly are.
“I love you and I love to look at you and be with you.” Isn’t that what we would all love to hear the most? But how long does it last? Not long, usually. Over time these nice strong feelings tend to dissipate.
No, what we’re really looking for is much stronger stuff. What we really yearn for is for God inside of them to come out and look at us. No, it’s even more than that. We want the God in them to come forth and see the God in us. Pure consciousness meeting pure consciousness; God meeting God. Now that’s an unforgettable experience.
But it takes patience, friends. Gotta sit for awhile, park yourself and wait. Those fish don’t come to the surface right away.
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