When we fall into the heart’s vastness, knowledge loosens into knowing, information ripens into wisdom

What once lived as thought reveals itself as truth.

There, at the center of being, that truth is found not as an idea, but as Love remembering itself.

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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