TEA AND ZEN - THREADS

CONTEMPLATION ON HUMILITY

It is only through a sense of humility that we may gain access to an open heart and the Love found there…….wherein we find no judgement….no preferences…in complete surrender we become one with all that is, now and forevermore. Nigel Lott Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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PRAYER AND BLESSING

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CONTEMPLATION ON HOPE

“In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of my room; I find her not. My house is small and what once has gone from it can never be regained. But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, and seeking her I have to come to thy door. I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky and I lift my eager eyes to thy face. I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish---no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears. Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean, plunge it into the deepest fullness. Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe”―Rabindranath Tagore Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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POEM ON FAITH

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CONTEMPLATION ON TRANSCENDENCE

“May all sentient beings awaken to their own sense of equanimity born out of their hearts longing for peace and re-discover the one true nature that is inherent within them, within us all,…..in the transcendence of all suffering and travail. There are infinite possibilities that are born of knowing that all love surrounds us, lives within us and that all life is so very precious, there is not a moment to lose. Know that in the beginning, as in the end, it is....all that is or ever was or ever will be” …..Nigel Lott….. teaandzen.orgMusic ‘Transcendence’ ….Johannes Bornlöf Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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POEM ON JOY

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CONTEMPLATION ON LONELINESS

Don’t surrender your loneliness so quicklyLet it cut more deepLet it ferment and season youAs few humanOr even divine ingredients canSomething missing in my heart tonightHas made my eyes so softMy voiceSo tenderMy need of GodAbsolutelyClear.”Music AV. Joseph BegNone of us can ever really be alone, Love is always with us, our loneliness is about thinking it is not….and that can never be true…..Nigel Lott Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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LET ME NOT FORGET

If it is not my portion to meet thee in this lifethen let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight---let me not forget for a moment,let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreamsand in my wakeful hours.As my days pass in the crowded market of this worldand my hands grow full with the daily profits,let me ever feel that I have gained nothing---let me not forget for a moment,let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreamsand in my wakeful hours.When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting,when I spread my bed low in the dust,let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me---let me not forget a moment,let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreamsand in my wakeful hours.When my rooms have been decked out and the flutes soundand the laughter there is loud,let me ever feel that I have not invited thee to my house---let me not forget for a moment,let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreamsand in my wakeful hours.501 (C) Non Profit, Registered Charity Tax EIN 81-3411835 Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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THE MORNING POEM

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THE MORNING POEM

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