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Vulnerability or the Art of getting mysteriously naked

Vulnerability is a poem.

It’s impregnated with stiches full of subtilities, that sometimes seem to sensitive for a cord, but enflourishing for human beings… a poem that brings us closer… as it’s never done before.

Vulnerability is the poem that embodies the courage of being true to one’s self…

And it’s about allowing yourself to get soulfully naked in front of dear ones.

Vulnerability is about intimacy… it’s about truly openning your heart, uncounsciously expanding your chest, inhaling and exhaling slowly… when your beats are running away faster and faster, wilder and wilder… more than they usually do… pumping blood into your veins… while we create this magical and daring space of being ourselves… a space that we share and embrace together… in silence, but in the same time in the background of an extraordinary music… of the words that flow in rhythm with our heartbeats… it’s the space where we share who we are, rediscovering who we are in the same time, through the power of storytelling itself.

It’s a mysteryous way of getting naked… a sensual touch for the heart that gets transformed in a profound embrace for the inner woman, man or even inner child… and it makes us feel whole… wholehearted.

It’s magic what’s happening there… a magic inside ourselves as human beings and a magic that makes our relationships stronger and takes us on higher peaks while deepening our roots…

What is odd, it’s that this is a magic about few talk… it’s a magic that deserves to be lived by every human being on Earth…

There is a myth, that being vulnerable to the dear ones, would make them run away from you and that will hurt you. The fact is that expressing who you trully are, at least what you know about yourself, to the dear ones, unlocks a deeper level of your connection and acceptance… at least, if you aren’t yourself beside the dear ones, who the f*** are you?

You’d be a mask… or an actor on the large and foreign scene of the world…

you’d be something there… with a “perfect” image… but if the mirror’s breaking?

What’s happening to you?

Isn’t your heart deeply breaking?

Wouldn’t it truly hurt?

Especially when you don’t know who are you? ’cause you’ve forgotten… while playing the game with “perfect” images and trying to figure out who you are…

And there is the other myth… that if you express who you are, you aren’t mysterious anymore, so no attractive.

What could it be more mysterious than soulful naked human beings? Because there is a life behind nakedness, behind the body and soul… a life that pulses, full of taste, vibration and thrill… a life that keeps you awake… ’cause it’s true, authentic, mysterious and makes you feel deeply alive. It’s an unknown world, that we share and discover together.

This is the real game… a game where we reinvent ourselves with every piece of sparkle of consciousness we gain, with every grasp, about ourselves and about the dear one. Isn’t life itself mysterious? Get your souls’ naked and embrace them in togetherness!

Nobody know himself fully… we are here to discover and explore…

and the only way to do that is to get vulnerable to ourselves and to the dear ones…

It’s a risk, I know… it takes courage… it takes daring… it takes speaking out…

But trust me, it’s magic.

And yes, from my side, the popular saying “Who loves you accepts you for who you are.” is available…

the true ones would be mesmerised of your mystery and spontaneity…

you are nobody out of being yourself…

and you are a mystery to yourself first… but to the others?

You are a full magical universe to be discovered.

 

Get vulnerably naked… it’s a poem… it’s art… it’s mystery.

It’s you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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