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A SENSE OF WONDER
Death is a favor to us,But our scales have lost their balance.
The impermanence of the bodyShould give us great clarity,Deepening the wonder in our senses and eyes
Of this mysterious existence we shareAnd are surely just traveling through.
If I were in the Tavern tonight,Hafiz would call for drinks
And as the Master poured, I would be remindedThat all I know of life and myself is that
We are just a midair flight of golden wineBetween His Pitcher and His Cup.
If I were in the Tavern tonight,I would buy freely for everyone in this world
Because our marriage with the Cruel BeautyOf time and space cannot endure very long.
Death is a favor to us,But our minds have lost their balance.
The miraculous existence and impermanence ofFormAlways makes the illumined onesLaugh and sing…….Hafiz
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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
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By Nigel LottDeath is a favor to us,But our scales have lost their balance.
The impermanence of the bodyShould give us great clarity,Deepening the wonder in our senses and eyes
Of this mysterious existence we shareAnd are surely just traveling through.
If I were in the Tavern tonight,Hafiz would call for drinks
And as the Master poured, I would be remindedThat all I know of life and myself is that
We are just a midair flight of golden wineBetween His Pitcher and His Cup.
If I were in the Tavern tonight,I would buy freely for everyone in this world
Because our marriage with the Cruel BeautyOf time and space cannot endure very long.
Death is a favor to us,But our minds have lost their balance.
The miraculous existence and impermanence ofFormAlways makes the illumined onesLaugh and sing…….Hafiz
Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
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