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THE MORNING POEM

THE MORNING POEM

TEA AND ZEN - THREADS

January 21, 20251m 24s

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In desperate hope, I go and search for her in all the corners of my room.

I find her not.

My house is small and what once has gone from it can never be regained, but infinite.

is thy mention, my Lord, and seeking her, I have come to thy door.

I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky, and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.

I have come to the brink of eternity, from which nothing can vanish, no hope, no happiness, no

vision of a face seen through tears.

Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean, plunge it into the deepest fullness.

Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe.

Rabindranath Tagore



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



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