"Does a bird stop singing because
it can't read music?"
Loosely quoted from "Never on Sunday"
The Tao does without doing. The essence of each of us, infilled with the Spirit that created us, unfolds perfectly, allowing that Spirit of love free reign. All gets done, all accomplished with perfect timing.
The seasons transpire at the perfect time, the rose blooms as it is ready and the butterfly emerges from the chrysalis at exactly the right moment. They do not need "helping hands". The innate knowledge of their being is already there, given to them before the world was.
In a moment of calm, I retreat to the silence, the center of my being, where all is known and understood.
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