Eggs Warming in Dust

Neville's Inner Vision

Beloved, this line is not about poultry alone, but about your inner soil. The eggs are your conceived possibilities placed in the earth of consciousness; the dust is the quiet mulch of attention and time. The mother bird within you leaves them there and warmly believes in their coming, not by fuss but by steady, gentle warmth. Life does not rush the hatch; it simply honors the already present seed in the I AM. When you chase outward results, you imitate the mother bird’s vigilance with worry; when you identify with the inner watcher who plants and nurtures, Providence becomes the natural law of your being. The warmth you feel is the felt sense of the wish already fulfilled—the sensation that what you seek is yours now, in this moment. Wisdom and discernment arise as you examine which eggs you have buried and how you attend them: with confidence, patience, and faith. In that inner practice, presence of God is realized as your own awareness animating form.