A Contemplation and Blessing

Echoes of the Infinite #2 Let us sit quietly now. Let the breath find its own rhythm, unforced, unhurried. Let the body rest upon the earth as it always has—held, supported, safe. Let your awareness soften like petals opening to the morning sun. And now, from this place within, let this truth rise: I know how precious life is in this moment. Not as an idea. Not as a concept. But as a direct experience—like the hush before a dawn or the hush after a prayer. This moment is not waiting to be filled. It is already full. Love is here. And love has always been here. It endures—not as a reward, not as something earned—but as the very fabric of being. It endures through sorrow, through joy, through every chapter even the ones when I was unaware of its presence.. And yes… I grieve. I grieve the years I did not know this. The moments I rushed past, the hearts I could not fully open to, the times I surrendered my truth out of fear or confusion. How could I not feel sorrow? But let that sorrow now be a doorway—not into regret, but into tenderness. Into reverence for all that I’ve lived through. Even my forgetting was part of the path. Even my lostness was held in love. I see now that life has never been against me. That even the wounds were invitations. Even the dark was a form of teaching. Now, in this breath, I return to the knowing that never truly left me: That I am loved. That I am love. There is no need to go anywhere. There is no one to become.There is only this quiet presence this sacred heartbeat, this breath, this grace - this moment. And so, I rest here. Not to escape life, but to be finally, truly with it. With myself. With all the moments I have lived. With all the lives that have touched mine.I rest in the knowing that love endures. That I endure. That we are held, even now, even always. Amen. Nigel Lott teaandzen.org Meditation Sans Frontieres is a 501(c)(3) non profit charitable organization; contributions are tax-deductible as permitted by law. EIN is 81-3411835 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