Easter

Easter: rebirth, transformation. The alchemy of love.
The alchemy of love, the alchemy of love,
how it changes you, morphs you from the inside,
turns you inside out nothing but heart. gooey warm
pulsing on the outside now. eggs and rabbits -- fertility
and sex. Transcendence of death. Love is its own
alchemical purifying process, it is its own initiation.

Easter epiphanies come but it is no longer easter, perhaps the epiphany is Gift from beyond and does not necessarily come at what one would see as the perfect time, or the appropriate time. In the gift economy, the gift is returned to one much later than it is issued forth. Not a linear progression, but in the words of Adalaide Morris:

"In the exchanges characteristic of a gift culture... the bestowals [are] not simultaneous or even predictably related in time" and "before the return donation, the gift leaves the boundary of the ego and circles into mystery" (From the essay "A Relay of Power and Peace: H.D. and the Spirit of Gift" by Adalaide Morris in Signets ed. by Friedman/Duplessis).

Sometimes it stays within mystery for a time before issuing out to find its recipient. The heart that resides itself within mystery has much more of a chance of finding the gift, the epiphany. We remind it what its purpose was when it was issued forth and lost its way daydreaming in the clouds. It sees us, recognizes us, and remembers.