Blessing

A brief blessing for the places in us that still remember fear—and for the love that has never left us May all love become you. Not something you seek, not something you hold, but something you are. May the love that has found you rest softly in your bones. May it enter every hidden room, every place that once learned fear, and say, You are safe here. May nothing remain outside it. May your breath become love. May your silence become love. May even your sorrow find its way home in love. And in the deepest stillness, may you remember— you were never separate from it. May all love become you. And may you become all love. Nigel Lott teaandzen.org SUPPORT THE SANCTUARY Meditation Sans Frontieres 501 (C) 3 Registered Charity Tax EIN 81-3411835 May the work offered here serve peace, serve healing, serve remembrance, and serve the quiet dignity of being alive. May this sanctuary belong not to one person alone, but to the field of life itself. And may all who encounter it feel, even for a moment, that nothing is missing and they are not alone. 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