Shadows

 

Shadows:

I'm done with shadow figures, remnants of the past that haunt my present moments. My wish is to see everyone as they are now, light-filled, illusions gone, and only loving thoughts remembered. Shadow figures are those we have misremembered, they've captured an instant from the past and keep us prisoner there, refusing a release. Of course this is all our own doing, projections, and used to reinforce our beliefs that we've been victimized and are now entitled to every grievance and resentment. And so for me, above all else - I just want to be free, weightless of resentments, unencumbered by present moment judgement's made of the past. My shadow figures have almost all vanished in the light of reality, not all, as a few still haunt those darkened corners of my mind. 

but every shadow will eventually fade to light's arrival...

and each moment brings a new dawn.

I see now,

that everything's already forgiven. 

as only love is ever present.

~

I love you...and thank you for the light.

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A Small Display

A small display: 

it's an early morning display of trust - what was once the intimidation of an empty page has now becoming the trusting welcome of new ideas and beautiful expressions. I know that words will soon appear, there's never even the smallest doubt any longer. And they always arrive from the same unseen source that calls for a further surrender into an inspired life. Writing is not a small thing to me, it's a ritual of faith, a process of trust that carries over into every aspect of my day. 

words arrive...

and my day flows with this confidence, my request for inspiration so easily granted, as if God whispered through the angels of fingertips and keyboard and words so easily appeared. Every morning I'm asked to trust in so many ways, from first waking breath being readily received, to the promise of sunrise in a still darkened sky. I have no idea how any of this actually happens or why it's given so easily without having to be asked for - but I suspect it's all gifted from the same source that brings me just the right words each morning. 

I suspect it's love.

and everyday...I'm willing to surrender a little more.

~

I love you, Eric

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Trusting in My Yoga

Trusting in my yoga:

so for the longest time the most difficult yoga posture for me was halasana, plough pose, an asana that requires the yogi to gently bring their legs behind head, feet touching floor, while lying on their backs. It's not a complicated posture, a few nuances to master, but fairly straight forward in it's practice. And yet for me it was difficult, my feet simply could not find the floor no matter the effort I put forth. This wasn't due to lack of flexibility, nor any muscle imbalance. I've practiced yoga for decades, all through my life really, and although I'm not a master of advanced postures, I do have a steady, daily practice that has served me quite well. 

the problem, as I discovered, 

was trust. 

my faith was completely in the gravity of the moment, even moving quite slowly I was subconsciously afraid that the weight of my legs would continue in their momentum and carry me all the way backwards, placing undue pressure on my neck. And in fact, on more than one occasion, this actually occurred, only furthering my fear. So I would find myself a few precious inches away from completely finishing the pose, even with firm guidance from better yogi's than myself I was unable to close that gap. 

fear, of course, is a powerful thing.

and it keeps us from trusting in the grace found every moment. 

one day, and not so long ago, my feet still a few precious inches above the floor, a customary position for my halfhearted effort - my feet touched the floor. Just like that. Simple. There was no rush of joy, no elation, or even satisfaction. It felt normal, natural, as if fear just didn't belong there any longer. Here's the thing though, early morning practice, hours away from sunrise and my house is still, quite, my feet hovering above the floor - and a soft whisper arrived urging me to trust. I knew the floor was there readying to greet me, not a shred of doubt present. 

I knew I was supported.

and I was.

this is an easy asana for me now, a continuation from shoulder stand to plough in a complete and lovely display of trust, and grace.. There is no fear. The floor is always present and willing to meet me in the trust of my surrender. I just wasn't ready to let go. Until I was. And now my practice is completely different, a beautiful flow of faith and ease. 

it's early morning now, hours away from sunrise, my house very still, quiet...

a soft whisper arriving, 

trust.

and I find myself smiling, ready for the day. 

all of life is yoga.

~

I love you, Eric

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By Grace We Live

By grace we live: 

by grace we live, that we're already and always expressed as an idea within the mind of God. There is nothing to be achieved here, no effort has to be made for this to be so - it's inherent as the very fabric of our existence. Living this grace is the acceptance of the reality of love even as we dream an often fearful world. It's through this acceptance that we gain release from the pervasive fear produced by dreaming such crazy ideas as being alone, insignificant, and separated from God. Grace is expressed though our practice of forgiveness - simply seeing each other as we truly are. 

and so it's by grace we live, and by this same grace...

the entire world released.

~

I love you, Eric

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Persistent

Persistent: 

the prayers that appeal most to me are the ones in which I'm asked to trust and surrender. I think it's because I've pushed my own agenda for so long, stubbornly clinging to what's never really worked, yet being terrified to let go. What I love is the sense of comfort that Jesus brings to these prayers in A Course in Miracles. They're like a gentle whisper from a dearest friend, persistent in their soft urge to trust the love that's being offered. My thoughts go to the hardest stone that eventually surrenders to the carving force of the persistency of water, a design takes place, the depth of a canyon forms - and so it is right now that I feel my own soul emerging from a block of stone. I've longed been encased in fear and never truly understood that this was so, it felt too real, solid, and doubts to the validity of it's presence were always quickly pushed away. Yet those gentle whispers of love continued, each important prayer has found me in most my vulnerable moments and eased their way through that stone of fear. 

Jesus has been persistent.

the stone is cracked.

irrevocable.

and a light is now being revealed from within.

I trust it will continue.

~

I love you, Eric

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Trust

Trust: 

and the problem is that I've already developed a great deal of trust, almost limitless it seems, all of it misplaced within the confines of a world created by the ego. For so long, a lifetime really, my trust has been earned by struggle and a great deal of effort for so little gained. It was largely an unexamined life even though I placed an emphasis on meditation and spiritual pursuits. My trust in the world was so complete that it never occurred to me that it could be wrong in it's assumptions. So really, this is just the redevelopment of trust, it's simply fixing a misdirection - shifting from faith in the false and temporary things of the ego to remembering the all encompassing love the Holy Spirit offers. It's waking from a dream of darkness to the reality of light. So this might seem to take some effort, and maybe there's fear involved in these early stages of letting go of all the ego holds dear. Yet.effort and fear are really just part of the dream as well. Waking up is as simple as opening our eyes -

and seeing the presence of dawn beautifully unfolding.

no effort at all required.

trust...

and it is so.

`

I love you, Eric

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It Is Not So

It is not so:

and with this, with just four words and the image given of a gentlest companion, my every fear is eased - "it is no so." I'm always amazed at the impact that a few familiar words can have on me in my early morning reading of A Course in Miracles. Even with decades of study I am still often left in a profound silence after encountering such words, as if a sacred mantra whispered in initiation. What makes this particular phrase so powerful is the manner in which they're delivered, straight from the lips of Jesus and given to address any fear that I might encounter through the day.

"it is not so..."

and with these words...I find the peace of God. 

~

I love you, Eric

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