Indeed There Is A Resurrection

and indeed there is a resurrection - from a formless sense of wonder, empty of all save a promise of becoming, our own true face is shown as the details of the world. We rise as form in the same eternal moment that allows all things to be, to linger in the span of their appearance, and then to cease in this particular way of being. Resurrection is motion - one thing only, falling and again gaining height in a lofty expansion of self. 

Yet always one thing. 

Our resurrection is now - see first our spaciousness, our lack of divide between world and what we hold as a solid understanding, examining the beliefs that tell us who we are. We investigate both ends of our view - from what is seen to the aware unseen. In this seeing we die as a separate self and in the same moment we find ourselves truly present, as the presence, where everything belongs. 

Peace,

Eric