TEA AND ZEN
THE MORNING POEM
THE MORNING POEM
Last Night The Rain Spoke To Me.
TEA AND ZEN
What is offered here is not doctrine, but balm — subtle, lived, ancestral… wisdom drawn from the dark waters and the sacred silence. A medicine of the soul. No belief system. No dogma. Only this: Love heals. And presence is the path. We are in a sacred hour — a thinning of veils, a return to the deep. This space is for that remembering.
What is offered here is not doctrine, but balm — subtle, lived, ancestral… wisdom drawn from the dark waters and the sacred silence. A medicine of the soul. No belief system. No dogma. Only this: Love heals. And presence is the path. We are in a sacred hour — a thinning of veils, a return to the deep. This space is for that remembering.
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