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To stand in integrity with yourself, no matter what — no matter what — is perhaps the deepest vow a human being can make. Because in the end, as in the beginning, the real question is not whether the world approved of you, understood you, or agreed with you. The question is: could you stand with your own heart? Could you remain beside your own truth?   And if that truth is deeply listened to, beneath all the noise, fear, and performance, it almost always returns to the same place: love. Presence. Kindness. Compassion.   Imagine if human beings truly stood in their deepest truth — not in ideology, identity, or fear, but in the quiet essence beneath all conditioning. Perhaps then the world itself would begin to remember what it is. For beneath the divisions and noise, the deepest truth of the human heart has always been love. Nigel Lott teaandzen.org 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

To stand at the threshold is to enter the space where the old self can no longer fully remain, yet the new self has not completely emerged. It is a place of surrender, uncertainty, loss, revelation, and transformation. The same mystery that dismantles our certainties, identities, and defenses is also the force that reshapes us more deeply into truth, presence, and wholeness. In this sense, what undoes us and what heals us are not separate movements, but expressions of the same hidden love moving through human life. Nigel Lott teaandzen.org 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

Stay close to the breath. Not to the mind that measures and searches, but to the quiet tide beneath all things. The breath arrives before the wound, before the longing, before the story of who you are. And sometimes, if you listen carefully enough, it begins to whisper: nothing is missing. Nigel Lott teaandzen.org 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

To all my brothers and sisters out there living with trauma, nervous system overwhelm, dissociation, dysautonomia, grief, fear, exhaustion, or silent battles few others fully understand — I write this in solidarity with you. Not as someone who has all the answers, but as someone who has traveled through profound states of fragmentation and somehow continued returning, again and again, toward wholeness, love, and life. If any part of these reflections helps another human being feel less alone inside their own experience, then perhaps some good can come from all those years of struggle and return. Nigel Lott teaandzen.org 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

Tonight, there is nowhere to go. Nothing to solve. Nothing to become. Only this breath. Only this moment. At the edge of the great quiet, we sit together for a little while — letting the body soften, letting the silence hold us, and remembering that even when we forget love, love has never forgotten us. A gentle meditation from the other side of silence. Nigel Lott teaandzen.org 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

Who can you trust? Perhaps the stillness. The breath that returns. The quiet voice within that has never ceased speaking truth. The work is not merely to find who you can trust, but to become someone you trust within yourself. Nigel Lott teaandzen.or 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

A gentle meditation for calming the nervous system, softening the body’s vigilance, and returning the heart to equilibrium. Not through force or striving, but through breath, presence, and the quiet remembrance that even in exhaustion, we are still held. Nigel Lott teaandzen.org 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

For the aching heart— a quiet place to rest, where nothing needs to be fixed and even sorrow is held in kindness. Nigel Lott teaandzen.or Meditation Sans Frontieres 501 (C) 3 Registered Charity Tax EIN 81-3411835   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

These words are not teachings from a distance, but the living trace of what moves through me—offered, gently, as a path others may recognize. Nigel Lott teaandzen.org Meditation Sans Frontieres 501 (C) 3 Registered Charity Tax EIN 81-3411835     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

Life is so very precious. Not because it is easy, but because it is fragile and sacred. Each breath arrives only once. Nigel Lott teaandzen.org 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

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

A quiet exploration of silence as fullness, where nothing needs to be added and love is already complete. 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

What you’ll find here is not teaching, but remembering — a returning to the stillness behind all sound. These are whispers from that field beyond right and wrong, where language dissolves and only presence remains. They are invitations to listen with the heart — to feel the breeze of the Infinite moving through the ordinary. This is the soul’s geography. The place where we remember who we are.       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

Even amidst chaos, dissonance, and the shadows that occasionally wrap around me, a deeper truth begins to unfurl. Simultaneously, the alchemy of existence, of all truth reveals itself….LOVE Nigel Lott teaandzen.org 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

In this writing we explore the quiet power of surrender — not as defeat, but as a doorway to divine grace. True wisdom is not born of the intellect, but of the heart. When we yield to the present moment with humility, we come before love itself, before God, where the deepest questions of the soul are answered. In embracing the true wisdom of the heart, we offer no resistance to circumstance, surrendering fully with the utmost humility. In this surrender, we come before the ONE living truth, of a love beyond measure, where all questions are answered with the utmost grace, and without reservation. Nigel Lott teaandzen.org These words point to a profound spiritual truth: true wisdom is not born of the intellect, but of the heart. When we surrender to life’s circumstances without resistance, we allow the flow of absolute grace to enter our being. This act of surrender is not one of weakness, but of strength and trust. It is through humility….yielding to the present moment….that we encounter love in its purest form, the presence of our original nature, ONE with all that is. In the quiet of surrender, we find answers to the deepest questions of the soul. No longer bound by the need for control or certainty, we open ourselves to a wisdom far beyond the mind’s capacity. Here, in the embrace of grace, we discover that love itself holds the answers, guiding us with a gentle, unwavering certainty. To surrender is not to give up, but to give over…..to give over to the universal flow, to the intelligence of the heart. In this sacred act, all is revealed, and peace follows. In the stillness of the heart, we are never lost; we are always found. Nigel Lott. Meditation Sans Frontieres 501 (C) 3 Non Profit, Registered Charity Tax Ein 81-3411835. Donate Your offering helps keep this sanctuary open for all who seek rest and remembrance. 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

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Lay down your burden Lay it all down Pass the glass between you Drink it up Place the Light before you Come through the door The dragon doesn’t live here anymore Sing with the choirs that surround you Dance to the music in your soul Look into the eyes that really see you Place all that you have into that bowl O lay down your burden Lay it all down Pass the glass between you Drink it up Place the Light before you Come through the door The dragon doesn’t live here anymore. Colleen Crangle 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

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Knowledge can tell us what needs to change. It offers the facts, the reasons, the clarity. It can show us what’s broken—and even suggest what might be better. But knowing something… doesn’t mean we’ve changed. Real change—the kind that reshapes a life, the kind that moves us from the inside out—comes not from the mind, but from the heart. You can understand a thing a thousand times in your head and still not take a single step in your being. Because until that knowing is felt—until it becomes tender, lived, held with love—it hasn’t yet become wisdom. Wisdom is different. Wisdom is knowledge that has been softened. It has passed through the fire… through sorrow, through surrender… and come out the other side as something quieter. Kinder. Truer. Wisdom lives in the heart. It doesn’t rush. It doesn’t insist. It waits. It calls—gently—and lets us come when we’re ready. So yes, learn. Read. Listen. Understand. But don’t stop there. Let what you’ve learned drop down—into the quiet of your own heart. Let it rest there, in the stillness… Let it steep in your tears, your longing, your love. And then, when the time is right, let it rise—not as something to strive for, but as something that’s already true in you. That’s where real change begins. That’s where we begin again. Nigel Lott teaandzen.org   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

Begin by finding a quiet space. Sit or lie down comfortably. Let your eyes gently close. Take a slow breath in through your nose, and exhale softly through your mouth. Let your body begin to settle, like a feather drifting to the earth. Again, breathe in… and breathe out. Feel the ground beneath you — not just as surface, but as presence. Let it hold you like an ancient friend. Beneath you lies a living, breathing earth that has witnessed storms and stars, oceans and fire. You are resting upon something wise. Now gently bring your awareness to your body. Let your attention drift from the crown of your head down to your toes. Where is there tension, tightness, or holding? Perhaps it’s your jaw, your shoulders, your chest, your belly, your hands. No need to change anything. Just notice. You are witnessing the body’s deep intelligence — its instinct to protect. Imagine now that this tension has a shape. What does it look like? Is it jagged, dense, heavy? Is it dark, or glowing, or muted? This is the geometry of resistance — a sacred architecture created by your nervous system. It is not wrong. It is a part of your story. It once helped you survive. Silently, gently say to this shape: “Thank you for protecting me. You may rest now.” Take a soft breath into that area. And as you exhale, imagine the edges beginning to dissolve. They don’t vanish; they simply soften, like mist in the morning light. Now bring your attention to your heart. Imagine a warm light glowing there — gentle and circular. It may be golden, rose-colored, or whatever tone your soul instinctively trusts. This is the geometry of surrender. Not collapse, but opening. Not giving up, but letting go. With each breath, let this light grow. It expands from your heart into your chest, your shoulders, your arms. It flows down through your legs, up into your face and crown. Soon, it begins to radiate out beyond your body — a sphere of soft light that gently surrounds you. You are luminous. Repeat silently to yourself: “I am safe to soften. I am safe to receive. I am safe to trust.” Let these words become like ripples in a still lake, moving outward from your heart into the silence. Now lift your awareness beyond your body. Rise gently above the space you’re in — above your room, your home, your city. Let your consciousness ascend above the earth, floating lightly in the star-filled stillness of space. See the earth below — spinning, glowing, alive. You are part of this wonder. You are not separate. You never were. Feel your heart shining in harmony with this vastness. This is not imagination; this is remembrance. You are the meeting point of spirit and form — a sacred expression of the infinite. If any resistance returns, that’s okay. See its shape. Breathe into it. Soften its edges. Meet it with kindness, just as you did before. You are not here to fix anything. You are here to listen, to open, to return. Now take one more deep breath. Inhale clarity. Exhale softness. Inhale light. Exhale trust. Begin to return. Gently descend back to your body, like a soul returning to its temple. Feel the ground beneath you again — quiet, strong, awake. Wiggle your fingers and toes. Bring movement back with reverence. When you’re ready, open your eyes slowly. Look around. Let the world come into focus. And carry this spaciousness with you — into the next breath, into the next moment, into the sacred rhythm of your life. 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 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

“It is in the silence within meeting the silence without, in that space beyond time all truth, love and Presence is found, not a word is spoken—yet everything becomes known.” Nigel Lott teaandzen.org. 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

A Soft Return to the Heart This meditation is a quiet invitation to return—to the tenderness that lives beneath all defenses, to the love that asks for nothing, to the part of you that still wishes others well, even after all you’ve been through. Loving-kindness is not performance. It is remembrance. A reawakening of the sacred ache to bless what lives—within and around us. Begin gently. There is no need to force. Let the phrases rise like prayer, spoken not to change anything, but to open everything.   This sanctuary is a weaving of tenderness and truth, silence and story, devotion and dust. It offers no promises but this: you are not alone. You were never alone. You belong—not in spite of your wounds, but because of them. May this place meet you gently, and remind you of what you’ve always known.     Meditation Sans Frontieres A 501 (C) 3 Non Profit Registered Charity Tax EIN 81-3411835 Get full access to Tea and Zen - teaandzen.org 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

No one can keep us from carrying God Wherever we go. No one can rob His Name From our heart as we try to relinquish our fears And at last stand — Victorious. We do not have to leave him in the mosque Or church alone at night; We do not have to be jealous of tales of saints Or glorious masts, those intoxicated souls Who can make outrageous love with the Friend. We do not have to be envious of our spirits’ ability Which can sometimes touch God in a dream. Our yearning eyes, our warm-needing bodies, Can all be drenched in contentment And Light. No one anywhere can keep us From carrying the Beloved wherever we go. No one can rob His precious Name From the rhythm of my heart — Steps and breath. Read By Nigel Lott teaandzen.org If these words have touched your heart, and you feel moved to support this space of reflection and healing, you are welcome to offer a gift. This benefaction is offered freely — sustained by Love and the kindness of those who resonate with these sharings, in support of the work and programs. Meditation Sans Frontieres A 501 (C) 3 Non Profit Registered Charity Tax EIN 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

You may notice that there’s no difference between free and paid subscriptions on this Substack. That’s intentional. I offer everything here — letters, reflections, poems, transmissions from the silence — to everyone, freely and fully. If a single phrase here helps someone find peace, soften their grief, or return to themselves… then it belongs to them, not behind a wall. This is a sanctuary, not a business. A place of quiet offering, not transaction. For those who choose the paid option, I hold that as a gift — a donation of the heart, freely given. It helps sustain the larger work of Meditation Sans Frontières, the sanctuary behind Tea & Zen, and allows me to keep holding space for those walking through the fire, the quiet, the unknown. So whether you’re here reading as a guest or as a giver: You are welcome. You are needed. You are home. With love, Nigel teaandzen.org Meditation Sans Frontieres A 501 (C) 3 Non Profit Registered Charity Tax EIN 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

I HOPE this inspires. In the depths of despair, when the weight of the world seems unbearable, the concept of hope can feel distant…..perhaps like a flickering flame in a storm. Yet, from a spiritual perspective, hope is not just a fleeting emotion; it is a vital force that with courage can transcend our circumstances, a divine gift that connects us to a higher purpose. Hope, in its purest form, is not about wishful thinking or naive optimism. It is rooted in the belief that, despite appearances, there is a greater plan unfolding. In many spiritual traditions, this belief in divine providence, in the existence of a guiding force greater than ourselves, offers comfort during life’s darkest moments. It is the spiritual strength to face the present with courage, knowing that we are held in a love that transcends time, space, and circumstance. Nigel Lott teaandzen.org. 501 (C) 3 NON PROFIT CHARITY TAX EIN 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

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

May you love and be loved, and know eternal peace in your heart forevermore. 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

In a world veiled by illusion and noise……where confusion masquerades as clarity and conflict often drowns out meaning….truth remains a light that awakens the soul. Yet when truth is delivered without care or held without compassion, it can wound more than it heals. For truth to become a vehicle of transformation, it must be carried gently…..contained within spiritual boundaries that shield our inner life, and infused with the harmonizing presence of love. Those who have walked the mystical path through the ages have known that truth is not always a comfort. It can liberate, yes…..but it can also unsettle, dismantle, and expose. When spoken without discernment, truth becomes a blade rather than a balm. This is why boundaries are essential…..not to divide, but to safeguard. They create the sacred space in which truth can be shared with grace and received with openness. They help us stay whole while engaging the world honestly. And then there is love. Love is not an addition to truth, but its essential companion. It is the frequency that softens what truth reveals. With love, boundaries become not fortresses, but sanctuaries. Truth becomes not a force of destruction, but of healing. Without love, truth can become harsh. Without love, boundaries may breed distance or fear. But when love holds both….when truth is offered with compassion and boundaries are drawn with wisdom…..we participate in something divine. We become messengers not only of insight, but of deep, sacred change. In these uncertain times, may we walk with clarity. May we speak with honesty, protect our spirit with care, and above all, move through the world in love. 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

Lay down your burdenLay it all downPass the glass between youDrink it upPlace the Light before youCome through the doorThe dragon doesn’t live here anymore Sing with the choirs that surround youDance to the music in your soulLook into the eyes that really see youPlace all that you have into that bowl O lay down your burdenLay it all downPass the glass between youDrink it upPlace the Light before youCome through the doorThe dragon doesn’t live here anymore Colleen Crangle. Read by 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

This moment this Love comes to rest in me, many beings in one being. In one wheat grain a thousand sheaf stacks. Inside the needle's eye a turning night of stars. -Rumi 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

ALL I KNOW IS LOVE A billion times God has turned manInto Himself You stand in line for theHighest giftFor His generosity cannot end. But best to bring an instrument alongWhile waiting in the cold desert And make some dulcet soundsTo accompany the palms’ swaying armsThat are casting silhouettesAgainst the sky’s curtainFrom our fire. Remind the Friend of your desireAnd great patience. A billion times God has turned manBack into Herself. We all stand in lineFor the highestGift. 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

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. Rumi 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

Waiting The song I came to singremains unsung to this day.I have spent my days in stringingand in unstringing my instrument.The time has not come true,the words have not been rightly set;only there is the agonyof wishing in my heart…..I have not seen his face,nor have I listened to his voice;only I have heard his gentle footstepsfrom the road before my house…..But the lamp has not been litand I cannot ask him into my house;I live in the hope of meeting with him;but this meeting is not yet. 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

Forget every idea of right and wrong any classroom ever taught youBecause an empty heart, a tormented mind, unkindness, jealousy and fearAre always the testimony you have been completely fooled!Turn your back on those who would imprison your wondrous spiritWith deceit and lies.Come, join the honest company of the King’s beggars -Those gamblers, scoundrels and divine clowns and those astonishing fair courtesansWho need Divine Love every night.Come, join the courageous who have no choice but to bet their entire worldThat indeed, indeed, God is real.I will lead you into the circle of the Beloved’s cunning thieves,Those playful royal rogues, the ones you can trust for true guidance -Who can aid you in this blessed calamity of life.Hafiz, look at the Perfect One at the circle’s center:He spins and whirls like a Golden Compass, beyond all that is rational,To show this dear world that everything, everything in existenceDoes point to God - Hafiz 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

To have loved is everything. I loved, once A hummingbird who came every afternoon-the freedom loving male- Who flew by himself to sample the sweets of the garden To sit on a high, leafless branch with his red throat gleaming. And then, he came no more. And I’m still waiting for him, ten years later, To come back, and he will, or he will not. There is a certain commitment That each of us is given, that has to do with another world If there is one. I remember you, hummingbird. I think of you every day Even as I am still here, soaked in color, waiting, year after honey-rich year. 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

Waiting The song I came to singremains unsung to this day.I have spent my days in stringingand in unstringing my instrument.The time has not come true,the words have not been rightly set;only there is the agonyof wishing in my heart…..I have not seen his face,nor have I listened to his voice;only I have heard his gentle footstepsfrom the road before my house…..But the lamp has not been litand I cannot ask him into my house;I live in the hope of meeting with him;but this meeting is not yet. 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

No one can keep us from carrying God Wherever we go. No one can rob His Name From our heart as we try to relinquish our fears And at last stand — Victorious. We do not have to leave him in the mosque Or church alone at night; We do not have to be jealous of tales of saints Or glorious masts, those intoxicated souls Who can make outrageous love with the Friend. We do not have to be envious of our spirits’ ability Which can sometimes touch God in a dream. Our yearning eyes, our warm-needing bodies, Can all be drenched in contentment And Light. No one anywhere can keep us From carrying the Beloved wherever we go. No one can rob His precious Name From the rhythm of my heart — Steps and breath. KEEP THE FAITH PEOPLE, KEEP THE FAITH. Read By 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

Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air –An armful of white blossoms,A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leanedinto the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,Biting the air with its black beak?Did you hear it, fluting and whistlingA shrill dark music – like the rain pelting the trees – like a waterfallKnifing down the black ledges?And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds –A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feetLike black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?And have you changed your life? 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

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

WeAre notIn pursuit of formalitiesOr fake religiousLaws, For through the stairway of existenceWe have come to God’sDoor. We arePeople who need to love, becauseLove is the soul’s life, Love is simply creation’s greatest joy. ThroughThe stairway of existence,O, through the stairway of existence, HaveYou now come,Have we all now come toThe Beloved’s Door What holds significance for me, based on my personal beliefs, is that the journey towards connecting with a higher power is incredibly close, just a fleeting moment away at any given time, a blink of any eye. The path is inherent within each of us, much like the door that leads to this connection, one with what is. The notion of a stairway and a door is, in essence, a construct of our own minds, influenced by our egocentric selves. However, in ultimate reality, we have always been united with whatever lies beyond that door. There is no literal stairway or door; it’s a realization that can emerge in a singular moment, transcending such physical representations, whenever you are ready to do so, to surrender and transcend into the arms of the beloved. 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

In the morningWhen I began to wake,It happened again— That feelingThat you, Beloved,Had stood over me all nightKeeping watch, That feelingThat as soon as I began to stir You put Your lips on my foreheadAnd lit a Holy LampInside my heart Hafiz. 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

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

Sometimes, I can hardly bear the suffering in the world. Even though I care for myself amid it all, I find myself in moments like this, where words fail me and the grief feels unbearable. I weep—sometimes outside, but often, like now, it seems trapped inside me, sorrow spilling over nonetheless. The world feels shaken, steeped in a palpable shock. There’s a phrase from Ram Dass that resonates with me: “When we are in our greatest suffering, we are actually closer to our greatest joy.” It highlights a continuum where deep suffering gives way to a love beyond measure, resting at the core of our being—our greatest joy, may we find ourselves there now. This is a time for Hope, as Studs Terkel pointed out—Hope, after all, dies last. To hold onto Hope, we need faith and courage. Let this chant, “Hope for Enlightenment,” fill your heart and soul, every cell, right down to the marrow. Please make time to be with this cry for peace, for everlasting happiness, sit and meditate, contemplate, be ONE with it. 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

In the infinite consciousness, in every atom of it, universes come and go like particles of dust in a beam of sunlight that shines through a hole in the roof. These come and go like ripples on the ocean. Vasistha’s Yoga III:27 ‘Weightless Moments’ Mathilda Skonare Karlsson 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

Leave the familiar for a while. Let your senses and bodies stretch out Like a welcomed season Onto the meadows and shores and hills. Open up to the Roof. Make a new water-mark on your excitement And love. Like a blooming night flower, Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness And giving Upon our intimate assembly. Change rooms in your mind for a day. All the hemispheres in existence Lie beside an equator In your heart. Greet Yourself In your thousand other forms As you mount the hidden tide and travel Back home. All the hemispheres in heaven Are sitting around a fire Chatting While stitching themselves together Into the Great Circle inside of You. 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

I have been to every continent on this planet, many major cities, and sat with so many people in this life of mine, and all I ever heard despite the barriers people had built up around themselves, was the profound desire to know peace, to be loved and to love…….just that. To recognize the unity of what it is to be human beyond all forms of separation and its suffering. To follow that ache and yearning for love to its final conclusion of oneness with all that is, that lay at the heart of every living soul it seems that I ever met, and to follow it in peace, to feel safe and secure, that only love, absolute reality can provide. May we all be at peace…it is after all…..our birthright. 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

While love is undeniably the creative force of the universe, it is woven together with other elements: transformation, consciousness, interconnection, balance and mystery. Together, they form the vast, intricate tapestry of existence, where love is both the thread and the design. All things are interconnected in that seamless web of existence. This oneness points to a universal harmony, where every particle, wave, and being is an expression of a single, unified reality. Nigel Lott teaandzen.org May all love become you. 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

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

You come to us from another world, from beyond the stars and void of space, transcendent, pure, of unimaginable beauty, bringing with you the essence of love. You transform all who are touched by you. Mundane concerns, troubles and sorrows dissolve in your presence, bringing joy to ruler and ruled, to peasant and king. You bewilder us with your grace. All evils transform into goodness. You are the master alchemist. You light the fire of love in earth and sky, in heart and soul of every being. Through your love, existence and nonexistence merge. All opposites unite. All that is profane becomes sacred again. Rumi 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

Whistling Swans Do you bow your head when you pray or do you lookup into that blue space?Take your choice, prayers fly from all directions.And don’t worry about what language you use,God no doubt understands them all.Even when the swans are flying north and makingsuch a ruckus of noise, God is surely listeningand understanding.Rumi said,  There is no proof of the soul.But isn’t the return of spring and how itsprings up in our hearts a pretty good hint?Yes, I know, God’s silence never breaks, but isthat really a problem?There are thousands of voices, after all.And furthermore, don’t you imagine (I just suggest it)that the swans know about as much as we do aboutthe whole business?So listen to them and watch them, singing as they fly.Take from it what you can. by Mary Oliver 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