​When we are touched by mystery of life,

Love showers our bare skin and heart goes to rainbow’s spasm.

When nothing really is left from past believes, nothing to be saved, no Savior, no hope, no grasping…just opening to all there is, welcoming the ache and joy of intimacy with life. Perhaps vulnerable, alone, softer than petals in face of unknown, dark and light both are in play and heart knows…only one way…open up and receiving follows.

The magic of not knowing, the joy of Sacred Union. The homecoming of fire, passion and purpose.

This is the moment of reborn!
Seraphim, I Am.