POEM-Just sit there.

Justsit there right nowDon’t do a thing. Just rest. For yourseparation from Godis the hardest work in this world. Let me bring you trays of food and somethingthat you like todrink. You can use my soft wordsas a cushionfor yourhead. 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