There is a music beneath all things. It does not begin and it does not end. It is not written on paper, nor played by instruments, yet it moves through every breath, every silence, every ache. The harmony of presence is not the absence of discord.
It is the great embrace that allows every note to be heard — grief and wonder, longing and release, all woven into a single field of being.
When I rest in presence, I hear this harmony. It is the quiet joining of spirit and form, the soft recognition that nothing stands apart. Love is the conductor, silence the score, and life itself the orchestra.
We do not need to create this harmony. It is already here. Our task is only to listen — to become still enough, tender enough, to let the music find us.
In that moment, there is no division, no striving, no loss. There is only the simple song of being, and we are already home within it.
 
Nigel Lott 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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