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 yourest 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 sorrowfind 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 becomeall love.

Nigel Lott teaandzen.org