For Karen

2025-08-16

Karen ~ Now that the breath has stilled, what lingers is not absence, but a subtle presence — woven into the silence, into the corners of the room, into the spaces we do not name. You are no longer confined to time or form. But something of you — the warmth, the ache, the wonder — remains. May your crossing be gentle, your return complete. May the Sacred remember your name as a note in the great song — a tone that only you could carry, and now returns to the Source from which it came. You are gone fr...

Karen ~

Now that the breath has stilled, what lingers is not absence, but a subtle presence — woven into the silence, into the corners of the room, into the spaces we do not name.

You are no longer confined to time or form. But something of you — the warmth, the ache, the wonder — remains.

May your crossing be gentle, your return complete. May the Sacred remember your name as a note in the great song — a tone that only you could carry, and now returns to the Source from which it came.

You are gone from our sight, but not from the silence. Not from the Love that keeps all things.

Go in peace. Go with grace. Go home.

Nigel

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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