She was everywhere. I could feel her in every wisp of mist, in every breeze, in every mind and heart and in every presence she was. There was no place where she wasn’t present.
The wizard showed her to me — an indian saint, but she wasn’t that, there was nothing sacred nor holly about her, there was only presence. An all-encompassing, boundless presence.
“She is everywhere” I gasped in wonder when I felt her,
She is everything.
