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THE MORNING POEM
“The minute I heard my first love story,I started looking for you, not knowinghow blind that was.Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,they’re in each other all along…” — Rumi
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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 Lott“The minute I heard my first love story,I started looking for you, not knowinghow blind that was.Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,they’re in each other all along…” — Rumi
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