Love Notes XXXV

The great tragedy of humanity is not our differences. It is our forgetting. We forget what lies beneath the surface of race, religion, nationality, politics, and personal history. We forget the deeper ground from which we all arise. At that level, there are no divisions. No “us” and “them.” No strangers. There is only the One Life appearing in countless forms, meeting itself again and again through every face, every encounter, every moment. And behind it all, Love quietly remembers itself. 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