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THE MORNING POEM
Little by little,You will turn into stars.Even then, my dear,You will only beA crawling infant,Still skinning your knees on God.Little by little,You will turn intoThe whole sweet, amorous UniverseIn heatOn a wild spring night,And become so freeIn a wonderful, secretAnd pour LoveThat flowsFrom a conscious,One-pointedInfinite need for Light.Even then, my dear,The Beloved will have fulfilledJust a fraction,Just a fraction!Of a promiseHe wrote upon your heart.When your soul beginsTo Ever bloom and laughAnd spin in Eternal Ecstasy -O little by little,You will turn into God.
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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 LottLittle by little,You will turn into stars.Even then, my dear,You will only beA crawling infant,Still skinning your knees on God.Little by little,You will turn intoThe whole sweet, amorous UniverseIn heatOn a wild spring night,And become so freeIn a wonderful, secretAnd pour LoveThat flowsFrom a conscious,One-pointedInfinite need for Light.Even then, my dear,The Beloved will have fulfilledJust a fraction,Just a fraction!Of a promiseHe wrote upon your heart.When your soul beginsTo Ever bloom and laughAnd spin in Eternal Ecstasy -O little by little,You will turn into God.
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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