You find it in the eye of a child, in the gaze of a dog, in the heartbeat of two lovers.
Some spend their whole lives seeking it, never feeling fulfilled. Others simply wake up one day and realise… it was here all along.
Our essence. Our light. Our energy.

Sweet Presence, so dear to my heart.
When I speak your name, I speak mine. And the name of all.

You are, so I am. And I am because you are.
Eternal flame. Attracting and terrifying.

You, that can only be entered when a part of us is ready to die.
 You, rising from rebirth and destruction.
 You, who knows neither right nor wrong.
 You, who asks of us complete surrender to faith.
 You, guiding us always, but never where we expect.

Some say you live in the heart.
Some say you are all there is.
Nobody really knows.
And maybe that’s what makes you so praised, so magical, so sacred.

Even those who devoted their lives naming you have failed to teach others how to reach you.
 Because there is nothing to reach.
 Nothing to do. Just be.

I won’t pretend to hold the golden key to all the secret doors of the maze you’ve created.
But here are some of the ways I remember. Here are the practices that help me be. Be with the void, the truth, the nothingness from which everything can arise. The magic within me that allows miracles to happen, like simply opening my eyes every morning despite all the voices in my head that have tried to shut you down. Sacred eye of the storm, patiently waiting for all lies to lose their grip.

May we all experience this quiet homecoming to ourselves.
May the illusions that hurt become old stories.
May you rewrite your own story and realise the light waiting to awaken within you.

Big love, 
 Lou Xx