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THE MORNING POEM
When you have read the poem sit and listen to the music softly, close your eyes……..remember love.
AWAKE AWHILE
Awake awhile.It does not have to be forever, right now.One step upon the sky's soft skirt would be enough.Hafiz, awake awhile.Just one true moment of Love will last for days.Rest all your elaborate plans and tactics for knowing Him,For they are all just frozen spring buds.Far, so far from summer's Divine gold.Awake, my dear.Be kind to your sleeping heart.Take it out into the vast fields of Light and let it breathe.Say, "Love, give me back my wings.Lift me, lift me nearer."Say to the sun and moon, say to our dear Friend,"I will take You up now, Beloved,On that wonderful Dance You promised!"
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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 LottWhen you have read the poem sit and listen to the music softly, close your eyes……..remember love.
AWAKE AWHILE
Awake awhile.It does not have to be forever, right now.One step upon the sky's soft skirt would be enough.Hafiz, awake awhile.Just one true moment of Love will last for days.Rest all your elaborate plans and tactics for knowing Him,For they are all just frozen spring buds.Far, so far from summer's Divine gold.Awake, my dear.Be kind to your sleeping heart.Take it out into the vast fields of Light and let it breathe.Say, "Love, give me back my wings.Lift me, lift me nearer."Say to the sun and moon, say to our dear Friend,"I will take You up now, Beloved,On that wonderful Dance You promised!"
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