A Case of Contradictories
A case of contradictories, both of them true.
There is a God. There is no God.
Where is the problem? I am quite sure that
there is a God in the sense that I am
sure my love is no illusion. I am quite sure
there is no God, in the sense that I am sure
there is nothing which resembles what
I can conceive when I say that word.
by Simone Weil
When Roy Dopson came to our Mountain Valley Retreat to lead his meditation retreat called The One Step Path, I, for the first time, had a glimpse into the feeling that is created when I step behind my thoughts into the perception of the one who is thinking. If ever there is a paradox, it is speaking the unspeakable and teaching the unteachable. Roy did a masterful job.
Here I am, attempting to write about that which has no words.
When the words stop and stillness has not yet arrived, what arises are images and sensations. The images have labels but the sensations can be left nameless and simply experienced. It is in these sensations that I perceive what I call Source.
I have written about “Wild”, that state of my being that existed before I was “domesticated”, and that which I am attempting to return to. As I contemplate this experience of Source through the sensations of my body, I recognize that they are one and the same. Wild is Source. Source is Wild.