TEA AND ZEN - THREADS

ANGER MASKS THE FEAR THAT HIDES THE LONGING.

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OUR SHARED WOUND.

I'd like to share a brief reflection this morning, something we can delve into further later if you're interested. Lately, I've been increasingly conscious, especially in recent times, of the repercussions when I react from my own pain and project it onto others. When I harm another sentient being, I'm inadvertently causing myself greater harm, magnified tenfold. It's a reciprocal cycle; when others inflict pain upon me, they're also inflicting it upon themselves, albeit amplified. This truth remains, irrespective of attempts to rationalize or distance ourselves from the experience. The act of hurting others invariably rebounds on ourselves, because ultimately we are ONE love, not two but ONE! there is no other. So, I offer you this to ponder—not to dwell excessively, but to deeply reflect within your own hearts. We cannot expect to get free therefore of our pain by dumping it on another…no matter what., no matter what they have done to us.Every time any one of us acts in a hurtful manner towards another being, we inflict tenfold harm upon ourselves in the process. Nigel Lott Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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EVERY CHILD

“Every child has known God,Not the God of names,Not the God of don'ts,Not the God who ever doesAnything weird,But the God who knows only 4 wordsAnd keeps repeating them, saying:"Come Dance with Me."Come Dance.” Hafez Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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A PRAYER AND BLESSING

When the light of morning comes, may your heart be open and free. Nigel Lott Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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MAY ALL LOVE BECOME YOU

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SELF-FORGIVENESS

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A LOVING KINDNESS MEDITATION

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INFINITE CONSCIOUSNESS

In the infinite consciousness, in every atom of it, universes come and go like particles of dust in a beam of sunlight that shines through a hole in the roof. These come and go like ripples on the ocean. Vasistha’s Yoga III:27‘Weightless Moments’ Mathilda Skonare Karlsson teaandzen.org Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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A GUIDED FORGIVENESS MEDITATION

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THE ART OF SURRENDER AND THE ALCHEMY OF TRANSCENDENCE

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