“How about a hug?” he finally asked. She nodded and gently they gathered each other up in an embrace. They stood motionless in each other’s arms as if lost in an endless bubble of timelessness. After several minutes, and I mean several, they moved slightly and looked at one another. They silently placed their foreheads together and closed their eyes. Again, they stood motionless for many minutes. At least seven to ten minutes. They parted again and gazed into each other’s eyes while her red flower print skirt waved softly in the breeze.
Loosening her arm from his, he fumbled into his pocket and produced a small container. He opened her hand, and poured some kind of powder into it. Perhaps, it was angel dust. He dipped his index finger into the powder and marked her forehead with it as if she were being baptized, then licked the residue from his finger. She returned the action in the same way – some kind of personal ritual known only to them.
A long, gentle, romantic kiss followed, then a soft smile as they gazed into each other’s eyes once again. Their breath was so calm they might have been one breathing rather than two. Their mindfulness of the moment and of one another was more powerful than any distraction caused by people walking by them on the sidewalk. Very few words passed between them, yet every breath, every move spoke of the deep love that bound and held them.
One person going by, obviously embarrassed by them, said , “Hi, how are you?” The man replied, “Hey man – I’m superb – immeasurable joy!” She did not speak – just smiled and stroked his arm. Finally, they matched their foreheads up again and the man whispered some words with his eyes closed – a prayer, perhaps, for them both. They looked up at each other and softly laughed before walking to the coffee bar.
The drama lasted over 30 minutes and was a reminder to me of what really matters in life. For, in those moments of their mindfulness, I was taken into timelessness with them. I knew no distractions and felt in my own body the stillness and potency of their encounter. For all of us, the world had stopped for love.