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Rosy blur of my secret
Yearning in blossomed veins
Sweet fragrance, stay

Konya page

Attuned to rainbow sighting, appetizer on a horizon
Delivered then her appearance along "fragrant remembrance"
Crystal synchronicity, yet his velvet being in surprise
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A Konya page tango of "foolishly ..." & "inward ..."
From 7th heaven to pearls dipped in vibration, his energy
"Demand nothing" her reply, teal dreams her surprise

Authenticity is subtracting misalignments

Flowers and a little girl

Rays of joy, bouquet to mommy
Saw her face in every ray
Collecting her presence while apart

Loving me through the eyes of the Source

Me 2 Me:

Wake up kiss
Dipped in magnetic field
Teasing my consciousness, subconscious
With its presence, non-presence
Shall I turn into light to rejoin his kiss?

Reflection

Each experience is an additional opportunity to know more about myself. When I came to Lugano / Switzerland following a master degree of two years, I never expected to spend my first year crying. What did hurt my heart mostly is the avoidance of eye contact, a habit of the environment here. It seems absurd as a reason at the first glance. On a deeper level, it triggered a domino effect that forced me to deal with my childhood wound of being raised in a convent with nuns who avoided eye contact. I lived in a parallel reality where I was a silent child of 4 years old, having to go under the brutal experience of being raised in a convent for 9 consecutive years. I had to deal with what I gathered in my mental closet. I had to express my emotions of a broken heart child while being an adult. Not an easy job to do but credit to that experience I, now, understand better myself: what are my pain triggers and why they are as such. As the time of my "Luganese" experience is about to end (this summer), I feel much more lighter, relaxed and with a certain sense of tranquility. I am open to play and have fun.