About this episode
Come now, aching heart,
you have carried enough for one day.
Lay your armor down.
The world will turn without your vigilance.
The stars will keep their watch.
Let your ribs soften.
Let your breath fall like a tide
returning to its quiet shore.
You are not required to hold
every sorrow at once.
You are allowed to rest inside your own small light.
Hush now.
The night is kind.
Nothing is asked of you here
except to be held
by the gentle rhythm
that has always carried you home.
Nigel Lott teaandzen.org
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
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