Today is your resurrection from human identity to your true identity as pure awareness. Today you rise above the person you experience yourself to be, to the awareness that is aware of that person. Today the Christ rises from obscurity to shine forth from you luminous forever.

Oh, Christ, Thou Son of God, My own eternal Self. Live Thou Thy life in me, Do Thou Thy will in me, Be Thou made flesh in me. I have no will but Thine, I have no self but Thee.
Happy Easter, by Hans BørliGlåmdalen, 24.5.1969
I’m sitting here in a church of forest scent and dogg and day. Linnéa calling the fair with silent bell beats.
And the priest has no face and the sermon has no words. The sacred sacrament is the ancestor of springly earth.
A leaf singer chirping at the nesta beetle climbing a straw. And deep in the signed silence, I hear the life heart beat.
There is a trust in the world alight on big and small.