Where we put our energies miracles happen. I say quite often to my hubby that when we listen to each other miracles happen. Now he is saying it to me. A miracle.
Saad, my response is not an "answer" but what I get from this is something like the hen that lays one egg a day (or so), but most of the day is spent grazing in the farmyard, feeding and filling up. The work is invisible, in the spirit, but the result is the evidence, like the beautiful, perfect egg (or the blades that sprout from the seed hidden in the soil).
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Where we put our energies miracles happen. I say quite often to my hubby that when we listen to each other miracles happen. Now he is saying it to me. A miracle.
Can someone please elaborate this poem, its meaning and what does it infer?
Saad, my response is not an "answer" but what I get from this is something like the hen that lays one egg a day (or so), but most of the day is spent grazing in the farmyard, feeding and filling up. The work is invisible, in the spirit, but the result is the evidence, like the beautiful, perfect egg (or the blades that sprout from the seed hidden in the soil).
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