TEA AND ZEN - THREADS

EVENING CONTEMPLATION

“You CAN find your way in the dark……just open your heart……it knows the way home”.Nigel Lott Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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THE MORNING POEM

“The minute I heard my first love story,I started looking for you, not knowinghow blind that was.Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,they’re in each other all along…” — Rumi Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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THE MORNING POEM

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CONTEMPLATION

In the name of creation…….of all that is sacred….. make your decisions in life with the best interests of all at heart……. in the name of Love…..in the name of Love. Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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THE EVENING CONTEMPLATION

“I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door.  It opens. I've been knocking from the inside."   Jalāl al-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī          Show me anger and I'll show you hurt, show me hurt and I'll show you love….. care to peel the layers? Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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ALL HEAVEN ON EARTH

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THE MORNING POEM

Even in the midst of your greatest suffering Love is always present within you….. no matter what. Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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THE EVENING CONTEMPLATION

It costs me nothing to feel that I am; it is no burden to me. And yet if the mental, physical, chemical, and other innumerable facts concerning all branches of knowledge which have united in me could be broken up, they would prove endless. It is some untold mystery of unity in me, that has the simplicity of the infinite and reduces the immense mass of multitude to a single point.This One in me knows the universe of the many. But, in whatever it knows, it knows the One in different aspects. It knows this room only because this room is One to it, in spite of the seeming contradiction of the endless facts contained in the single fact of the room. Its knowledge of a tree is the knowledge of a unity, which appears in the aspect of a tree.This One in me is creative. Its creations are a pastime, through which it gives expression[vi] to an ideal of unity in its endless show of variety. Such are its pictures, poems, and music, in which it finds joy only because they reveal the perfect forms of an inherent unity.This One in me not only seeks unity in knowledge for its understanding and creates images of unity for its delight; it also seeks union in love for its fulfillment. It seeks itself in others. This is a fact, which would be absurd had there been no great medium of truth to give it reality. In love, we find a joy that is ultimate because it is the ultimate truth. Therefore it is said in the Upanishads that the advaitam is anantam,—"the One is Infinite"; that the advaitam is anandam,—"the One is Love." Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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THE EVENING CONTEMPLATION

May you be so Loved, to know how Lovable you are, and to experience the safety, the peace found in that love. Open your heart, to the humility that an open heart provides, and to hear deeply from within that space what the universe has to say to you.For it is only in humility that we can receive the teaching and...the love....that all truth offers. Nigel Lott Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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THE MORNING POEM

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