In Sync

There are moments when life suddenly seems to fall into place just right, and I have this overwhelming sensation that I am connected to everything and there is no I, just Us.  God, that sounds ridiculously New Age, and no, I haven't been doing any drugs.  But today, at lunch, the world seemed to bend to provide for me, and it left me feeling high, without the drugs.

As I walked to find a place to eat, I saw a full-fledged puppet show going on in the park with the water fountains on Oak.  Two loud puppets were having an argument, and what was strangest was, no one was watching.  I looked around, and nobody seemed to notice or care.  But I did.  I watched for a bit, laughing, and then continued down the block to find some food. 

There's a little Italian place I haven't ever tried called Enzios, and I wanted something that would feel healthier than a big hamburger or pizza slices, so I decided to give it a shot finally.  Boy, was I glad.  Amazing food.  I had soup, a small slice of Lasagna, and a huge slice of torta lemone.  Everything tasted amazing, and left me feeling almost dizzy, overwhelmed by the flavors.  I will be going back.

I put on my iPod to walk back to the office, and I swear that a yellow swallowtail butterfly started to follow me, swooping and fluttering to the beat of the music.  I laughed at loud and stood amazed.  Stunned, really.  The whole day was starting to feel like a story, not real, but more important.  I felt kinship with a butterfly, even if for just a moment.

What the hell happened? That's the second time it's happened to me in the past several weeks.  The first time, I was walking to the library, looking up at the blue sky, and the thought that "I am that sky" came to me, and like a tidal wave, a rush of chained thoughts, that the barrier between "I" and "the world" were just conceits of my imagination, and there was that feeling that I had again today.  Oneness.  Like, what Buddhists describe?  Satori?  It's almost frightening.  I hope I don't have a brain tumor or something.