Only Breath - Rumi

Nigel Lott teaandzen.or

At the heart of this poem is the stripping away of every identity: religion, geography, body, soul, origin — even the separate “I.”

What remains is the Beloved: the indivisible reality beneath all forms, the ground to which we all belong.

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