Empty Tomb

Empty tomb: 

this Easter I take the symbol of the empty tomb and extend it's energy throughout my mind, a cleansing effect that wipes away all resentment, releasing every grievance, and seeing you only in the light of this holy instant. This tomb is indeed empty. Of course tomorrow, or perhaps even the very next moment, my thoughts will rush to fill this void again. Fresh resentments and ancient grievances will once again occupy my mind. Yet Easter remains a present possibility, the living energy of the resurrection is always my choice to make - and so I will crucify myself no longer with any thought held against you. Today is Easter, tomorrow too....and every moment onward I will choose the resurrection. 

emptying this tomb,

continuously so.

~

I love you, Eric

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No More Cross to Bear

No more cross to bare: 

that I can still so easily shift to fear shows me the extent of my special relationships ,and even though this produces no small amount of anguish - I am relieved to have this brought to mind, recognized, and now given a chance to be reformed through Holy Love.

that's the true resurrection.

on this Easter morning I contemplation the lesson on the cross, a demonstration of forgiveness so profound that the world still struggles with the grace that we were gifted. This was not meant to be a single affair that Jesus offered - we are all given the opportunity of resurrection, an allowing point of holy transformation. 

and this too is what we offer others.

no more cross to bare.

only forgiveness.

~

I love you, Eric 

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Salvation

Salvation: 

this is my time of year, a stretch of joy from this first day of spring all the way to the weeks of June that bring the deepest shades of life and green. I love watching the first hint of bud that later blossoms fully in the summer, seeing the return of migrant birds that will nest here for some time. It's my season of renewal, feeling deserved after the length of winter. 

this is my season of salvation.

from my earliest years Easter has been a favorite holiday. Not holding the glitter of Christmas, but having a more subtle light that somehow seemed to offer me even more, something holier. I felt Easter deeply back then, believing that it held a promise for me, a true resurrection, even miracles. Later, a harder life seemed to rob me of such easy joy. My beliefs hardened against such a promise and I only craved the actuality of experience, things that I could hold in my hands, and ideas that instantly brought into action the pursuit of all my demands.

I had little time to entertain thoughts of salvation.

but of course the seeds were already planted, those early buds of an internal spring were nourished by a spiritual curiosity. Easter was always my promise. Yet ego circumvents the journey back to the heart, with even a spiritual path being a long curve that only seems to lead astray. It took me a little while to arrive here, right here, surprisingly...right here.

all along, my objective was to simply be kind.

to forgive and be gentle.

just allowing salvation to unfold completely on it's own.

as promised.

and right now...it's spring.

~

Love, Eric 

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A Beautiful Forgiveness

A beautiful Forgiveness: 

my formative years were steeped in Christian values, attending Catholic school from first grade up to my freshman year of high school before leaving for a public institution in my remaining three years. My family wasn't overly religious, only occasionally going to mass, but none the less I felt a strong connection to the church - or more truly said, to the deep mystery that it offered. 

and Easter was my favorite holiday.

resurrection. 

that Jesus rose from the dead and that my sins were to be forgiven. 

it's a beautiful message, and I felt deeply the suffering that was involved, Jesus being forced to carry his own cross, whipped and mocked before nailed and left to slowly perish in the heat of the sun. Except Jesus didn't wither, he forgave from the cross and bestowed the ultimate act of empathy, whispering to his father that his torturers did not know the true extend of their actions, they were ignorant of their most basic behavior. 

a beautiful forgiveness. 

years later and I discovered this same psychological truth in yoga, avidya, the root foundation of the kleshas that explains all of our suffering in life. Avidya is translated from Sanskrit to mean ignorance, explaining that we are unaware of being the cause of our own suffering. We know not what we do, quite literally so, blind to our aversions and attachments, colliding through life a deep fear of death driving our behavior, and oblivious of mistaken belief in an ego based reality. 

we're in need of a resurrection. 

a beautiful forgiveness. 

and that's what yoga offers us, a path for our salvation, not for the sake of souls and eternity in heaven, but for this life now, recognizing that we are reborn within each instant. An Easter for every moment we're alive. That's the lesson from the cross, we're ignorant of our action, and forgiving ourselves of this ignorance gives us an opportunity of rebirth to a new insight of going forward now into a greater light of true awareness. 

Jesus, from the cross, offers us this vision of a reality.

a clear seeing of our awareness. 

a beautiful forgiveness. 

~

Peace, Eric 

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