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Who can you trust?

Perhaps the stillness.
The breath that returns.
The quiet voice within that has never ceased speaking truth.

The work is not merely to find who you can trust, but to become someone you trust within yourself.

Nigel Lott teaandzen.or

Meditation Sans Frontieres 501 (C) 3 Registered Charity Tax EIN 81-3411835

May the work offered here serve peace, serve healing, serve remembrance, and serve the quiet dignity of being alive. May this sanctuary belong not to one person alone, but to the field of life itself.

And may all who encounter it feel, even for a moment, that nothing is missing and they are not alone.

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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