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THE MORNING POEM
Again, the work starts as soon as you open your eyes in the morning. Hopefully you got some good rest last night.
Why go into the city or the fields without first kissing the Friend who always stands at your door? It takes only a second.
Habits are human nature. Why not create some that will mint gold? Your arms are violin bows always moving. I have become very conscious upon whom we all play.
Thus my eyes have filled with warm soft oceans of divine music where jeweled dolphins dance, then leap into this world.
Nigel Lott, teaandzen.org
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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 LottAgain, the work starts as soon as you open your eyes in the morning. Hopefully you got some good rest last night.
Why go into the city or the fields without first kissing the Friend who always stands at your door? It takes only a second.
Habits are human nature. Why not create some that will mint gold? Your arms are violin bows always moving. I have become very conscious upon whom we all play.
Thus my eyes have filled with warm soft oceans of divine music where jeweled dolphins dance, then leap into this world.
Nigel Lott, teaandzen.org
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