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the morning poem

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WISDOM QUOTES FROM RUMI

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evening contemplation

long may your awareness of love and its power abide within you, its undying beauty always to remain. If you should forget its presence in you however, in times of trial and tribulation do not worry for it will never forget you, its truth forever your guide and friend. Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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THE MORNING POEM

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INSIGHTS AND PARABLES

some thoughts for today…if you are going to change your mind….ok…..but can you do it with your heart, to change your mind with love? it is only in the recognition that all lives matter, that all forms of life are precious and are worthy of our utmost loving kindness, shared with all dignity and respect (that includes you) that any species on this planet will survive.do everything with humility and an open heart, and all Love will….no doubt be yours. Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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THE MORNING POEM

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SIMPLE MEDITATION

Bring your focus to the bridge of your nose and feel the air physically pass in and out over the skins surface. As you breathe in and out through the nose keep focused on the air passing over the bridge. The sensation of that quality of air passing over the tip, gently in and out. Your mind will wander here and there, thats ok. At the beginning of this practice probably quite a bit of wandering mind will take place, do not be deterred. When you notice this just bring your attention back gently but with great intent to the tip of your nose and, focus again on the sensation as the air passes over the bridge of your nose.Keep repeating this for ten minutes in the morning and ten minutes in the evening. The difference in you after a couple of weeks will be profound as to the sense of peace and equanimity experienced.A quiet mind and a silent voice gives rise to an ever present open heart and the love, wisdom and truth found there. All peace will be yours, there is nothing that you will not come to know, it is all within you…..welcome home. Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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THE ENERGY OF EXPERIENCE.

We have an energy body that extends out about three inches from the skins surface and, just like any other part of our body it needs cleaning. All kinds of undesireable material from outside sources can and will glom on, infiltrate our energy body and, given a little time embed themselves within the cellular, nervous system bodies…..becoming then a part of the emotional, psychological burden we carry…..unless it is cleared out….cleaned.Babies relate to the world prenatally and throughout their early developmental life, up to about the age of two (preverbal) by sensing the energy of the world around them on their skin, we all do that through our lives. In doing so, babies however have built in mechanisms to clear any energy that touches them, that presents other than love and moves to contaminate their energy field…the primary mechanism they use is to cry out and release, all that is not love.If you listen close enough to a baby crying they are, in that process moving out of their system any energy that is not aligned with their true nature-love. Their cries are perfectly pitched, toned to discharge essentially any experience that has as its signature, energy that does not resonate at 528Hz, the resonance of our true, core nature, that of love.At about the time we gain the ability to speak at around two years of age, we begin to develop cognition, in doing so a rascally fellow called ego adds itself to the mix. Its primary function becomes one of defense against all painful experience that is not of our original nature, our birthright… Love.The ego begins to create stories, rationalizing any hurtful experience that is perceived as an afront to the human spirit, in doing so believing that ‘its dealing with the situation’ eradicating through its machinations all manner of travail….not so fast!The ego may think its dealing with painful aspects of our lives by conjuring up stories, by wrapping them in all manner of bureaucracy, red tape, the original experience that created the pain does not go away. If anything it is further compounded by the egos function and embeds itself within the nervous system, cellular body and until the original energy that was felt, is removed as energy, it doth remain.As time goes by those embedded states become, the forms of anger, fear….the grief of our lives. They are the energy of experience, not cried out and given back to the universe from whence they came. (anger and fear are simply other forms, names for grief, and in turn are ultimately moments where we think we are separate from our true nature, that of love……from home base, so to speak.These embedded energy states of experience become the suffering, the trauma of our lives, that contaminate our system and manifest in time, into all manner of physical and mental disease. Crying out for expression and asking at every turn for a return to love……the love that heals all wounds that is our original nature and birthright. Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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ONE WITH IT ALL

We are at the point when it is clear for all the world to see that we can no longer afford to see each other as separate based on the color of someones skin, their creed or religion, their sexuality, on any difference at all, and expect to survive as a species. We must come to understand in this regard that 1+1 does not = 2, 1 + 1 = 1. To coin a well worn phrase, we are in our essence all cut from the same cloth.There simply is no division at the level of spirit, of love. To believe otherwise is blind illussion. We are all a part of this omnipresent creation….. humans, animals, plants, insects, all of it……ONE LOVE at the heart of it all…equal measure, with no beginning nor end.We see each oher as separate we because we believe we are separate from that LOVE…so our natural projection is to see anything outside of ourselves as not a part of us. But it is, don’t you see that the forms Love takes are the forms, no form carries the light any less than any other form.All forms are created equal in that they are imbued with the love of God ( whatever that means to you ) that fills and permeates the whole of creation. If we are to survive then we must all individually do everything we can from within ourselves to cultiivate the love found there and by kindness and compassion, for the rest of our days, help each other wake up to this perennial truth. May you know the infinite possibilities that are born of knowing that all love surrounds you, lives within you and that all life including yours is so very, very precious, there is not a moment to lose. So love now all that you can, surrender to its power within you, to the heart of it, and know that in the beginning, as in the end it is....all that is or ever was or ever will be.  Nigel Lott Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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THE MORNING POEM

“WhyJust ask the donkey in meTo speak to the donkey in you,When I have so many other beautiful animalsAnd brilliant colored birds insideThat are longing to say something wonderfulAnd exciting to your heart?Let's open all the locked doors upon our eyesThat keep us from knowing the IntelligenceThat begets loveAnd a more lively and satisfying conversationWith the Friend.Let's turn loose our golden falconsSo that they can meet in the skyWhere our spirits belong--Necking like twoHot kids.Let's hold hands and get drunk near the sunAnd sing sweet songs to GodUntil He joins us with a few notesFrom his own sublime lute and drum.If you have a better ideaOf how to pass a lonely nightAfter your glands may have performedAll their little magicThen speak up sweethearts, speak up,For Hafiz and all the world will listen.Why just bring your donkey to meAsking for stale hayAnd a boring conference with the idiotIn regards to this precious matter--Such a precious matter as love,When I have so many other divine animalsAnd brilliant colored birds insideThat are all longingTo so sweetlyGreetYou!” ― Hafez, The Gift Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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