TEA AND ZEN - THREADS

FOR THE LOVE OF IT ALL

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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                                                                                                                                                                  DONATE

The Swan, Mary Oliver

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GOODNIGHT

May the good fairies tend to your soul this night and may you rest in peace, that all love may become you. Nigel Lott teaandzen.org Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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SENDING LOVE

Feel all love wash over you……. allow the tone , energy and rhythm of this music to drift into your spiritual heart space just below the sternum, become one with it, you are at home in its presence.‘Send’ Hanna Lindgren.Nigel Lott …..teaandzen.org Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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”Journey to Love: Dissolving Illusions and Embracing Truth”

Here I reflect on a scene from the movie "Oppenheimer" where Robert Oppenheimer discusses the formation of beings as energy attracted together, which I interpret as Love. I share my beliefs about the nature of existence, emphasizing that after death, there is no loss as individuals merge with the Universal Love. In this recording I question why beings ever leave this state of Love and speculate that suffering and illusion are part of the creative process, leading individuals back from the illusion of separateness from Love. I share a story about grief being a path back to the formless, emphasizing the presence of Love even in times of intense pain. I express a commitment to helping others become aware of their true nature and navigate their pain with Love. Nigel Lott Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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A SURRENDERING MOMENT

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TO THE MOON

To The MoonAnd, like a dying lady lean and pale,Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,Out of her chamber, led by the insaneAnd feeble wanderings of her fading brain,The moon arose up in the murky east,A white and shapeless mass.Art thou pale for wearinessOf climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,Wandering companionlessAmong the stars that have a different birth,And ever changing, like a joyless eyeThat finds no object worth its constancy. Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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ALL IS KNOWN IN THE SACREDNESS OF SILENCE.

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GOD

Do not be attached to the messenger out of your judgments and preferences. Listen to the message! Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY

1788 –1824I.She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.II.One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face;Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place.III.And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent,A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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