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Love Notes VIII
I....Love makes no judgements its has no preferences
II...Love does not wound us—only the belief that we stand apart from it does. Love itself never harms; it is our forgetting of love that aches.
When I speak of Love, I don’t mean sentiment or preference. I’m pointing to the quiet, radiant presence at the heart of all things — the living intelligence that holds and moves through us, beyond grasping or control. It isn’t an emotion to chase, but a reality to remember...it is the organizing principle within every dimension.
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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 LottI....Love makes no judgements its has no preferences
II...Love does not wound us—only the belief that we stand apart from it does. Love itself never harms; it is our forgetting of love that aches.
When I speak of Love, I don’t mean sentiment or preference. I’m pointing to the quiet, radiant presence at the heart of all things — the living intelligence that holds and moves through us, beyond grasping or control. It isn’t an emotion to chase, but a reality to remember...it is the organizing principle within every dimension.
Nigel Lott meditationsansfrontieres.co
Help this sanctuary of presence and compassion continue its quiet work in the world.
DONATE
Meditation Sans Frontieres 501 (C) 3 Non Profit Registered Charity TAX EIN 81-3411835
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