and a blessing
May the seeds of truth always rooted in love….be your guide and friend…in all that you do….and wherever you may go…..all peace be in your heart and in your understanding. Nigel Lott teaandzen.org
May a small circle of safety find you, even if it is only the space of one breath.
What does it mean to see the sacred everywhere when the world contains so much suffering? Perhaps the sacred is not always what is happening, but what suffering cannot extinguish.
We don’t learn to see the sacred everywhere by making everything sacred. We learn by noticing that it was never absent.
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.