No longer the seeker. There comes a moment, quiet, unnoticed by the world, when the seeker begins to fall away, not because it failed, but because it brought you to the one place it could never touch, home, home. For so long the search was sacred. It gave shape to the longing. It kept the heart alive in dark seasons, seeking truth, seeking healing, seeking love. It was all the same ancient ache, to return to something vast, benevolent, and real. But the seeker must eventually come to rest, not in defeat, not in arrival, but in remembrance. You are no longer the seeker. You are the sanctuary, the very place you were searching for, the ground of peace, the stillness of being, the warmth of unconditional presence, was never out there. It's always been you the endless becoming the striving the ache to improve or awaken or transcend these were necessary initiations but love was never waiting at the end of that path love is not a destination it is your inheritance questions. And to claim it is not an act of conquest. It is an act of surrender. This is the sacred tension many feel, the delay, the circling, the subtle procrastination that emerges right before completion, before stepping fully into the life that has already been given. Because to finish the house, to release the offering to open the door and let the light in means we must receive. And receiving love fully, openly, is the most courageous thing we'll ever do. It asks us to stop rehearsing our unworthiness, to stop polishing the mask of the seeker, and to sit down in the center of our own being and whisper, This is enough. I am enough. This is it. The seeking brought you here. Now let the sanctuary of your being hold you. Not someday, but now.