Lullaby For An Aching Heart

Come now, aching heart,

you have carried enough for one day.

 

Lay your armor down.

The world will turn without your vigilance.

The stars will keep their watch.

 

Let your ribs soften.

Let your breath fall like a tide

returning to its quiet shore.

 

You are not required to hold

every sorrow at once.

You are allowed to rest inside your own small light.

 

Hush now.

The night is kind.

Nothing is asked of you here

except to be held

by the gentle rhythm

that has always carried you home.

Nigel Lott teaandzen.org

In the quiet between heartbeats a whisper calls you home, you are not broken you are becoming. These threads of silence and sound are letters from the threshold, offerings from the edge of stillness. Nigel  TEA AND ZEN - MAIN LIBRARY



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