Maybe once in a while, when I meditate, I catch a glimpse of maybe another dimension.
it doesn’t last long - I’ll quickly drift off, maybe into sleep and generally a lovely dream or maybe I’ll start writing in my head something I’m working on, or have an imaginary conversation with someone I’m concerned about…
And then I’ll pull myself, with a bit of a jerk sometimes…
Back to the still small point I’m trying to focus on.
This place which may be inside me, or maybe outside me, doesn’t matter, this…
…place both of this world and yet somehow outside it
This place that may correspond to what we talk about what we use the word “spiritual”.
And I wonder, as I read this utterly baffling story, that may be Jesus had greater access to it than we do… and that maybe this is a place that is not governed by the laws of scarcity that prevail down here….
Or maybe I should just stop taking this literally and accept it as a beautiful metaphor for the transforming power of love.
Or maybe it’s not an either/or
But an and/and.
(Mark 6:35-42)
