Month: August 2023

Conversations of Integration

23/08/14

 

Dr. Seraphina Rivers, with gentle concern,
Speaks to her patient, these lessons to 
discern.
"Within you, dear one, reside various selves,
Each with their own desires and stories to 
delve.

The one who sabotaged the relationship's 
domain, May not be the sole voice, let me 
explain.
Suppressing others breeds a hungry beast,
Whose only goal is to devour, to feast.

Listen, embrace, and understand them all, 
For in their harmony, healing shall befall.
Release the cage, let each voice be heard,
Discover the wisdom within, untamed and 
stirred.

By integrating these aspects, you'll find a 
way,
To reason, to heal, and lead a brighter day.
Acknowledge their needs, their desires true,
And through self-compassion, find a 
breakthrough.

No longer adversaries, but parts to embrace, 
Unite them in harmony, find a 
sacred space.
For your true power lies in integration's art, 
Dr. Seraphina Rivers, guiding your heart.

Together we'll navigate this inner terrain,
Embracing your characters, releasing the 
strain.
Let not the hungry beast control your mind, 
But unite your selves, a harmony defined.

With patience and self -discovery you shall 
find,
Integration and healing, an enlightened 
mind.
Dr Seraphina Rivers, here to guide your 
quest,
Embrace your inner characters, and find 
your best."
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Healing Unlearns Limiting Patterns

23/08/11

"Welcome, dear soul. to my healing
embrace,
I'm Dr. Seraphina Rivers, here to guide your 
pace.
In this sacred space, where growth shall
ignite,
Know that healing's wedded to unlearning's
might.

Together, we'll journey through the depths
untold, Releasing old patterns that hindered
your soul.
for healing blooms when old beliefs are set
free, Unlearning's sweet symphony, guiding
you to be.

Within shadows we dwell, wounds left
unseen, But fear not, for here, we'll nurture
your dreams.
With tender care, we'll unmask what's
concealed,
Unlearning layers that no longer serve,
but yield.
Embrace the discomfort, for therein lies your 
key,
To unlock the shackles and set your spirit 
free.
Healing intertwines with unlearning's grand 
show,
As we unravel the layers, true growth shall 
bestow.

Trust this process, dear patient, as we 
navigate,
Unraveling old stories, rewriting your fate.
Dr. Seraphina Rivers, your ally and guide, 
Empowering you to unlearn, heal, and 
abide.

Let us walk hand in hand, embracing the 
unknown, A Through unlearning's dance, 
your strength will be shown.
For healing's foundation is unlearning's 
sweet start,
Dr. Seraphina Rivers, committed to your 
heart.

Together, we'll weave a tapestry anew,
Unraveling the old, embracing what's true.
Healing married to unlearning, let it be 
known,
Dr. Seraphina Rivers, your companion on 
this journey flown."

			

	
					

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사랑의 품에 그리움

	

	

		
	

		

		
Longing in Love’s Embrace


In a world where love  ignites its flame,
There dwells a girl, consumed by her man's
name.
Her heart, a vessel overflowing with desire,
Yearning for his touch, setting her soul on
fire.

Days apart, a burden she must dear,
Longing to see his face, feel his tender care
Her spirit dances, but it's a restless waltz,
Awaiting the moment when their love exalts.

She turns to  music, the rhythm of her
solace,
Melodies echoing her feelings, an emotional
palace.
With each note, she finds strength to
endure,
A symphony of passion, a love
that's pure.


The smoke curls gently her refuge and 
disguise,
A veil to shroud the longing deep in her 
eyes.
She exhales her worries, lets the worries 
fade,
A temporary respite in a smoky 
serenade.

Her friends, a lifeline, a chorus of support,
Whispering wisdom, helping her heart to 
transport.
Their words like balm, healing the ache 
within,
Guiding her steps, reminding her to begin.

But oh, her bones ache when he's not near,
The emptiness within, a constant reminder, 
my dear.
She yearns for his embrace, his touch so 
tender,
The warmth of his arms, a love she'll forever 
surrender.

Her devotion, a tempest, fierce and true,
An ocean of love that no words can subdue.
Through tears and smiles, she holds on 
tight, 
For love this grand is worth the endless 
fight.

So she remains steadfast, a beacon of 
devotion, 
Weathering the storm with unwavering emotion.
For her love knows no bounds, it knows no 
end,
She'll endure the absence, for he is her eternal 
blend.

In her heart, she carries his love's immense 
weight, 
A flame that burns bright, a love that cannot 
abate.
Though distance may try, their bond remains 
strong,
Their love, a symphony, an eternal love 
song.

			

	
					

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Le Lien Tordu de Dévotion

	

	

		
	

		

		
In the shadows, where darkness thrives,
A twisted devotion cunningly contrives.
A manipulative dance of false affection,
A masquerade of love's cruel deception.

They offer devotion, like a radiant light,
Their words enchanting, their gestures 
bright.
With honeyed promises and fervent desire,
They stoke the flames of an inner fire.

But beware the depths of their twisted 
devotion,
For it's built on lies and hidden emotion.
They feign a love so pure, so deep,
Yet their intentions are far from what they 
keep.

They pull you close with tender embrace, 
Whispering sweet nothings, weaving their 
space.
But their devotion is a web of control,
Designed to bind and take a toll.

In moments of affection, they hold you tight, 
But darkness lurks beneath their gleaming 
light.
They manipulate emotions, your heart they 
seize,
As you yearn for their love, longing to 
appease.

Yet their devotion is a poisoned fruit,
A facade that hides their deceptive pursuit.
They wield it as a weapon, a cunning guise,
To keep you captive, under their lies.

			

	
					

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Sacrificio de héroes

	

	

		
	

		

		
Version 2


Vekir, Guardian of Lamos, felt an eerie shift,
This hero, no longer the noble spirit he once 
knew.
Kneeling, she raised an ancient blade with a 
sinister lift,
A blade obtained through sacrifice, 
darkness imbued.

Her head lifted, revealing a visage stained 
with red,
Tears of sorrow mingled with blood upon her 
chin.
Vekir's voice filled with dread,
"You've changed," he whispered, "What 
have you done?"

But before his eyes, her resolve took form,
The hero, consumed by a darkness 
unknown.
As Vekir reached for the blade, a deadly 
storm,
She stood tall, offering herself as a
sacrifice, all alone.

The room trembled with a dreadful hush,
As she willingly embraced the blade's 
consuming maw.
Her essence consumed, her spirit turned to 
dust,
From the depths of Lamos, a demon did 
draw.

El sacrificio de los ecos, she emerged,
A demon born of sacrifice and pain.
Her eyes glowed with a malevolent urge,
A haunting echo of the hero that once did 
remain.

Vekir, gripped by a twisted desire,
Witnessed the transformation, his heart 
filled with dread.
As the demon before him burned like a 
funeral pyre,
The hero lost, consumed by the blade's 
dread.

In the realm of Lamos, darkness reigned 
supreme,
El sacrificio de los ecos, a demon born from 
tragedy.
Vekir's quest for power, a wretched dream,
For now, he faced a twisted manifestation of 
his apathy.



			

	
					

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Sacrificio burlado

	

	

		
	

		

		
Version 1


In the realm of Lamos, where shadows
creep,
Vekir, the Guardian, was awakened from
sleep.
He gazed upon the hero, with a mocking
stare,
For something amiss, a burden she did
bear.

"Wait," said Vekir, his voice dripping disdain,
"Something's different, your demeanor
is not the same.
No longer noble, no longer pure,
What have you done, dear hero, to ensure
That ancient blade clutched tight within
your grasp,
A prize obtained by sacrifice, a deadly
clasp?"

He sneered at her, his eyes gleaming with 
scorn,
As her tears mixed with blood, a forlorn
mourn.
Kneeling there, one knee pressed against
the stone,
Her heart weighed heavy, with sacrifice
unknown.

"Oh, how brave you are, a blade so rare,
Obtained by shedding blood, a life you dare.
Tell me, hero, who did you forsake,
To wield that weapon, your soul a stake?
A loved one, perhaps, once close and dear,
Their life extinguished, their memory
seared?"

The hero trembled, her voice but a whisper,
"Vekir, Guardian of Lamos, my heart's
blister,
I gave up someone, someone I hold dear,
Their sacrifice fuels this blade of fear.
You mock my pain, my burden so deep,
But know this, Vekir, even shadows weep."

Vekir laughed, a wicked sound in the air,
Mocking her anguish, reveling in dispair.
"Shadows weep? How quaint, a feeble plea,
A blade stained with blood, a heart torn 
apart,
Your noble facade crumbling, a broken art."

			

	
					

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Verwickelte Saiten

	

	

		
	

		

		
Within the realm of manipulation's grasp,
The push & pull technique holds a clasp.
It starts with push, a deliberate shove,
Undermining your confidence, testing your 
love.

With calculated words & actions unkind,
They create a doubt & confusion in your
mind.
Criticism & disapproval become their art,
Weakening your spirit, tearing apart.

Then comes the pull, a strategic allure,
They shower you with affection, sweet &
pure.
With love & compliments, they draw you 
near,
Creating a sense of dependency,
fueling your fear.

The push & pull, a dance of control,
Leaving you vulnerable, lost in their role.
They make you believe they hold the key,
To happiness, validation, & feeling free.

The outcome of this manipulative game,
Is a power imbalance, a life filled with 
shame.
You become reliant on their whims & 
desires,
Trapped in a cycle, their puppet on
wires.

Your self-esteem crumbles, your identity
fades,
As you're pulled closer, entangled in their 
charades.
They exploit your emotions, your need to be
loved,
Leaving you empty, like a wounded
dove. 

			

	
					

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