The Geisha Round: The Game of Geiko-Geisha Post-Karmic Movements...

The Geishas
They created another world, a secret one, entirely devoted to beauty.
Being a Geisha is being infinitely appreciated and desired

An okiya is the residence of a geisha.

If you had to open this house, what object would you use to open it?
Or do you not need any of them to do it?

Which beverage surprises you?

At what point do you feel attuned to your being?

Number the following movements in order of priority:

Friendship – Love – Tolerance – Marriage – Union – Divorce – Jealousy – Distrust – Prudence – Trust – Forgiveness – Reincarnation – Karma – Kabbalah – Armageddon – Sleep – Dream – Cognition –

Which ethnic word holds your attention, choose 2 of them and assign a number between 111 and 999 to each.
Assyrian – Aryan – Aramaic – Anasazi – Ashkenazi – Sephardi – Samaritan … if you choose another, it is welcome; it is the comma within you, so pick it up!

Which artist would you like to be the muse of?
Choose one and assign it a letter of the alphabet
Toulouse-Lautrec – Turner – Greuze – Caravaggio – Picabia – Bonnard – Bonnard – Kokoschka – Murillo – Soutine – Cézanne – Fragonard – Ribera – Kisling – Carpeaux – Pascin – Rivera – Rousseau – Courbet – Sargent – Ernst – Modigliani – Hals – Boldini – Gauguin – Utrillo – Jongkind – El Greco – Munch – Vernet – David – Foujita – Prud'hon – Blake – Bresdin – Ensor – Degas.

A fan is used by the geisha; the one you wear as an emblem or image—choose a landscape and begin thus
It is made of …. You will write the rest in one word or a text, whatever it is, it will be there!

Are you a geiko, or a geisha, an apprentice or an expert…
Are you in harmony in the word "love"?
Are you in submission or in equilibrium with respect to that?
Are you constantly in a state of ceremony with love?
Do you accept losing affection for the sake of understanding?
What attitude moves you or offends you?
What lessons can your being measure itself against
Are you at peace with your senses…
What could you say about the possibility of a soulmate?

I invite you to discover it with me; take your time…

They say that learning to be a geisha requires long, patient years; she will make her own the full range of possibilities of movement, of the senses, of voluptuousness, of the contemplated, of the soul.

Lolly the mischievous one

Between the syllogism, the implication, and transitivity, which do I choose? I ask you, to be brief in a few commas of sensuality, a matter of premises in you!

Don't be afraid, it's a game and in a game anything is possible, even not understanding. Document yourself within yourself or according to your feelings, take your time, and don't hesitate to tell me via private message where I'm stuck or where I need your help...

I’m cuddling you, my beloved little cubs…

Don't forget to lightly touch the fan for 48 hours
If you please, take your time; it is important for the accuracy of the translation, otherwise I would not be able to respond positively…

A quick reminder of the game's movement so we can make a bit of progress.

Here it is,
Here it is

The geisha game is finalized,

Hey hey, girls, tellers of the senses
And gentlemen at the indecisive edges,

Before delivering the tournament to you, legendary geishas

A little thing to clarify…

The game of his being is far more subtle than that; it is not enough to play through him, but rather to understand it as a wonderful challenge to accompany.

This one consists of the teaching of temperance and, at the same time, of patience.

Copying and pasting a third party's response and saying "I think the same way," because there I can play with what is not my own, brings out the hermit within us.

Accepting difference leads to alliance.

I will only reply to those who allow time to settle within the spread of their words.

To have now listened a little to your words and your desires,

And having demystified the speed of your trials in games, I ask you to take this time to learn your listening.

Because I found myself confronted with unasked answers, as if we were in a four-penny magazine, yet without denying the remarkable quality of some of the games distributed in them, they merely reveal the utterly commonplace possibilities of what can exist.

In the game I am about to release, there is the matter of the fan; it will ask you to brush it for 48 hours before you express your release of emotions.

Following that, the answers will be there.
Those that are offered to you through your passages into emotion
We are each a beautiful seed.

The harvest is always done alone, and the sharing becomes collective.

Responses delivered without this will not be translated, and I ask your forgiveness in advance, for I do not wish to please you with the impossible, but with what is truly manufactured within you.

This game will also reveal your soulmate personalities and/or suitable companions.

The little geiko comes to life in the signature of its being…

Lolly the wise firefly!

This morning I’m going for a run for peace; it’s 10 km, so if you’re up for it, come along…

a giggle

Hello Lolly!

If you had to open this house, what object would you use to open it?
Where do you not need any to do it?

If I were to or were to be called upon to open this dwelling, I would use the key of knowledge, wisdom, and respect.

Which beverage surprises you?

The drink that surprises me is Chibcha, which, according to some, has magical properties that can allow us to see the unknown world…
What I also admire is the ceremony of tea.

At what point do you feel attuned to your being?

I feel myself attuned to my being when the stars appear in the sky.

Number the following movements in order of priority:
Friendship – Love – Tolerance – Marriage – Union – Divorce – Jealousy – Distrust – Prudence – Trust – Forgiveness – Reincarnation – Karma – Kabbalah – Armageddon – Sleep – Dream – Cognition –

As far as I'm concerned:
Love - Tolerance - Cognition - Trust - Prudence - Forgiveness - Distrust - Union - Friendship - Marriage - Dream - Karma - Armageddon - Kabbalah - Reincarnation - Prudence - Jealousy - Divorce

Which ethnic word do you find appealing? Choose two and assign a number between 111 and 999 to each.
Assyrian – Aryan – Aramaic – Anasazi – Ashkenazi – Sephardi – Samaritan … if you choose another, it is welcome; it is the comma within you, so pick it up!

The words I remember are:
Aramean and Arian, the number I assign to it is 666

Which artist would you like to be the muse of?
Choose one and assign it a letter of the alphabet
Toulouse-Lautrec – Turner – Greuze – Caravaggio – Picabia – Bonnard – Bonnard – Kokoschka – Murillo – Soutine – Cézanne – Fragonard – Ribera – Kisling – Carpeaux – Pascin – Rivera – Rousseau – Courbet – Sargent – Ernst – Modigliani – Hals – Boldini – Gauguin – Utrillo – Jongkind – El Greco – Munch – Vernet – David – Foujita – Prud'hon – Blake – Bresdin – Ensor – Degas.

I see myself, had I had the choice, as having been or being David’s muse, to whom I attribute the letter B for beauty.

A fan is used by the geisha; the one you wear as an emblem or image—choose a landscape and begin thus
It is made of …. You will write the rest in one word or a text, whatever it is, it will be there!

It is made of silk, featuring a golden butterfly emblem in all colors.
The landscape I choose is that of a beautiful golden beach with fine sand, where one can hear the rustling of coconut leaves and admire a calm, deep-blue sea, all bathed in radiant sunshine.

Are you a geiko, or a geisha, an apprentice or an expert? I would say, quite frankly, neither one nor the other, but nonetheless quite comfortable in my own skin.

Are you in harmony in the word "love"?

In harmony and sometimes in contradiction, it all depends on the partner…

Are you in submission or in balance with this?

I am at peace with this, submission being a matter of obligation.

Are you constantly in a state of ceremony with love?

Not in a constant ceremony, but always in anticipation of preliminaries.

Do you accept losing affection for the sake of understanding?

No, because I believe that we understand others by having affection for them.

What attitude moves you or offends you?

The attitude that moves me is the look one perceives in the other person's eyes when they say "I love you."
What bothers me is the indifference.

What lessons can your being measure itself against?
To the teachings received from our elders, whether in the family, spiritual teachings, or education.

Are you at peace with your senses?

Yes, I am at peace with my senses, for they pertain to the sense of touch, to pleasure, to what one gives and receives in return.

What could you possibly be in a soulmate?

In my opinion, the soulmate should be characterized by fusion, both on the physical and spiritual levels.

Here are a few commas of sensuality…

Lost in each other, how beautiful the night is!
May our senses be set ablaze at the sight of the wild thickets, revealing to each the long-awaited pleasure.

With all my friendship
A kiss for you, mischievous Lolly!

The magician.

GOOD EVENING WONDERFUL LOLLY

THANK YOU FOR YOUR GAMES
I would not take an object to open the geisha’s residence, but I would enter it with great respect.

The drink that surprises me is the one from the witches; I would like to know what it tastes like, or perhaps from the sorceresses.
I feel attuned to my being when I listen to Bach's classical music.

The priority of the movements is
love tolerance friendship union trust reincarnation forgiveness karma Kabbalah dream cognition prudence marriage Armageddon sleep jealousy distrust divorce

The ethnic words are
Assyrians and Arameans: the number 999

I would like to be Murillo's muse, the letter S as in sublime

As for the fan, it is made of papyrus with Egyptian symbols. The landscape is Yellowstone Park, with vast expanses and mountains; listening to nature speak to me, enveloping me in its universal breath.

I am an apprentice geisha
I am in harmony with love, yes, but it accompanies me; I don't know if it is truly within me.
I'm more on the submissive side

and I accept losing affection for the pleasure of understanding

The attitude that puts me off is coldness.
What moves me most is the smile and the attention.

The teachings that my being can measure the humanitarian spiritual teachings

Am I at peace with my senses? Yes, I vibrate for everything. I love to feel, to touch, to listen, to close my eyes in order to better...
to feel what surrounds me

What could I possibly ask of the lover of the soul to receive a very strong, very spiritual energy of love, to understand each other without speaking, to let our senses speak?

Here is my wonderful fairy of light

With affection

KAINA

Hello, beautiful princess!

So here is your long-awaited game!
The one who has sparked so much imagination
And so many suppositions
Who has generated many suggestions
who raised and awakened
A lot of curiosity
The one who moved...

Always full of complexity, just like our soul!
And in her we will have to seek the most just answers to lift a veil of the knowledge of our self.

Well, my divine one, I won’t be ready to answer all of that tomorrow, or perhaps ever! I, who was curious about that veil lifted by the breeze, all in sweetness and emotion…

For some questions, I’m sure I’ll have answers, but for the others… my whole life won’t be enough! LOL!

Best wishes to you, my beautiful!
Big kisses

Hello, sweet goddess of the senses!

Here it is: I don't want to dwell too much on my answers, so as not to lose their spontaneity and get lost in the reasoning... so I'm diving in, without a safety net, into the pleasure of this invitation!

1- To open the dwelling of the geishas, I would use a tender and loving caress, full of sensuality, a desire to share, gentleness, subtlety, respect, and joy!

2- The apricot nectar always surprises me with its rich, luscious texture… it has a way of reminding me of my childhood…

3-When do I feel attuned to my senses? There’s no specific moment; it happens spontaneously during a walk in nature, during an encounter, while reading a book, etc.

4-trust, sorry, friendship, love, union, tolerance, karma, Kabbalah, prudence, dream, cognition, reincarnation, sleep, marriage. distrust, divorce, jealousy, Armageddon

5- Bedouin (if it is an ethnic term) 525
and anasazis (I don't know what it is, but it's a beautiful word) 777

6- Okay, I’m a bit stunned… but I’m picking a name at random that inspires me: KOKOSCHA, it sounds exotic… and I’m assigning it the letter E for exoticism, eroticism, muse, wonder, enthusiasm, whole, enchanted… etc.

7- It is made of a starry night and moon reflections on the calm water of a bay… one can see the silhouette of a nude, voluptuous woman about to take a bath…

8- I am still an apprentice

• Not always in harmony in love
• Sometimes in balance, sometimes in submission
• Unfortunately, not yet in a constant ceremony.
• Generosity and love move me, while pretense and bad faith disgust me.
• My being might perhaps be measured against the teachings of nature… human or otherwise…
• Not quite at peace with my senses yet
• I would place in the lover of the soul all the possibilities that lead to peace, enrichment, fulfillment, blossoming, love, the desire for life, and the voluptuousness of sharing, union, and transformation…

So here is what I gathered during this little stay deep within myself… If you think I didn’t dwell enough on certain answers, feel free to tell me. I believe I was as honest as possible with myself… but it’s so easy to lie to oneself…

Thank you again for these wonderful introspection exercises and for all the love you put into them…

Thank you, little bonfire, little spark of love, for all the light and warmth you wrap us in!

barbisouxxx

Dear Magic,

Here is a first calligraphy of your responses to the game. It takes time to answer, but I wish to be in communion with this. I hope you will grasp the text; I ask you in advance not to hold it against me if it seems confusing, but read it through the golden thread of your being… otherwise, I am here if you need clarification.

One day, a mistress wrote him this
Her name was Hisa
His name was Kameko, and he was a male geisha,

I lost that by forgetting to read you freely:

Yet I love reading and listening to your inimitable way of making the invisible emerge. Like an accelerated perception of the moment. As if nature, all at once, were speaking on your behalf, as an extension of yourself and your emotions.

They say the poet contemplates the moon, or is it the other way around? Your two faces reflect each other until they merge. This is the world you offer, as it is in this moment, a space where sadness and beauty intertwine infinitely.

One could see you as the poet you are initiating within yourself, something completed that must reveal itself. In that same immutable time, an eternity that overflows, but also the fleeting, the ephemeral that passes through.

You could be the haiku that trembles and sparkles in the constant confrontation between the present and the infinite.
A tiny aerolith of modesty on the scale of the cosmos.

You suspend everything, playing with the discursive reason that serves as a crutch, yet with a sovereign ambition: to state reality as it is, to map out the territory of a serene sharpening of forms and sensations.

Multiplicity without any underlying conception, or at least without the will to be, insofar as what presents itself, what is there.

You are not an essence at this moment but a dynamic, an energy.

And far from being enslaved by any particular point of view, you are capable of finding the point of view or a new angle on your own.

They say that the world as seen by a butterfly is more real than ours!

You could also reflect on yourself in the abyss without suffering from it
Did I dream of love, or am I the dream of a love?

Unless love had dreamed of me who dreamed of it, or had I dreamed of love that dreamed of me dreaming of love?

Funny and infinite within you, do you think that is the case with the love before you? smiles

You are the singular whose brilliance radiates ceaselessly. You do not conceive, but you discover. Placing your focal point at the service of your free progression.

This attention, perhaps linked to this Buddhist principle if there is one, also contributes to a constant concern for detail.
How many observed scenes have you tasted, revealed as if through a hedge magnified by a few consensual zooms.

Your attention focuses on one or two details that will reveal the entirety of a whole.

The part becomes the whole,

Enlightening perspectives are already taking shape, with the foreground and background outlining a new conquest.

Keep your mind like a mirror, catching and reflecting those moments when everything signals you.

Wielding the art of the ellipsis and the brief, through subtraction, through distraction, through stripping away at times. And yet animated by a demand for absolute expression, you strip the woman down to her marrow.

To reveal without digressing.

Overflowing the feminine, making them say what they seem unable to say, always frolicking at its boundaries.

And if this appears to you as the true expression of a genuine vertigo, it is likely because you are endlessly devoted to chiseling this pure aporia: putting the silent feminine into words.

The brevity of loving, for beyond your limits you align yourself with these confines.

It is in restraint that your way of seducing finds its full expression, its humility, and its compassion, which is your true strength.

The few syllables you grant it within you open within you a space of infinite birth that loving reading fails to exhaust.

You summon the woman at the very peak of her sensitive palette, to make her resonate within a constant interplay of contraction and extension.

Between finitude and infinity, between systole and diastole, a magnet sharing the same space.

Your quality of vigilant presence can shape a sharing of mindset.

Awaken to the anticipation, to a refreshing dissolution, and one can finally begin to glimpse in you a certain lightning-fast shortcut to love; it is said that such a nature fulfills nothing, much less an ego or a subject, for it remains perpetually open.

You do not hear things wither when you stare at them, but rather you brush past them or bring them to the surface in a juvenile inquiry, somewhat like this place of fraternity that has the taste of the world and of a luminous consent…

The geisha man is enough that you invite me there
I will continue in three parts; the first one you have just read, the next is that of your mischievousness in this regard…

Best regards
Lolly

Hello Barbie,

Here’s a first draft of your answers…

Once upon a time in the Land of the Rising Sun

The story of candor and sincerity imbued

Her name was Mahimo, and she entered the geisha house with her husband's consent.

Married by defiance to her parents, asserting this difference revolts in order to bring a free gaze to her desires. Her husband allowed her not to be a wife but to rediscover the little geisha within her; on the night of their wedding, he removed the tatami from the vicinity of his wife's bed, and in a shared silence, invited her to accept the chastity of her future life as a geisha. He desired her to be a virgin and at the same time promised her love. He turned around one last time, and she knew, looking at him, that she had found a father again...

Mahimo had been initiated for some time by an elder sister to the hymned arts.

She was there, ready to embark on an initiation, an art of living the phosphenes of her sensuality and of time in that regard, accompanied by an attentiveness to all forms of coincidence.

She placed each of her knowledges in a disengaged mind, a mind that allows itself to be inhabited. Over the days, she had acquired a self that was both involved and perfectly disengaged, a self that was the universe of the ego, a self whose body was in tune.

Little geisha butterfly learns...

She absorbed, with a Rilkean smile, the discovery that things sing. Releases that impose nothing; they offer, they extend, they bloom. They express a recognition, and she resembled the deep meaning of the word satori, a mad wisdom she granted herself.

To present the pleasure of one who is unshackled, unbound, as an infinite playground. She revealed herself in all her quirky nakedness, a mischievous geisha.

Her libertarian wanderings accorded each of her gestures and the gazes cast upon her presence

It burns the vest of emotion... she had opened that sensitivity to things...

I would continue this introduction in several parts,

Thank you for taking the time

I kiss you, little Geiko Butterfly
Lolly

Dear Kaina,

In a few moments, we will reach the 48-hour deadline. Please do not take offense at this wait; I have already started drafting my responses to you. I will likely reply to you this evening with a first draft…

You are a geiko-geisha saïjiki, that is to say a poetic almanac; you shape love.

See you soon
Lolly

Hello dear Lolly !

Bravo!
You’ve once again pierced the essence of truth and the buried.

I can’t wait for the section on my mischievousness, which is already making me tingle…

A friendly peck
The magician.

Thank you, my wonderful Lolly, I am patient, I am patient.

With affection

price

Thank you, dear Lolly, for welcoming us to your round of geishas.

If I had to open the door of this residence, I would use my fan slipped between the two door leaves or by slightly lifting a curtain.

Coconut milk tickles my taste buds

I am constantly on alert on this matter, attuned to my being and everything around me.

So: love-union-tolerance-cognition-dream-friendship-trust-forgiveness-Kabbalah-karma-reincarnation-caution-suspicion-jealousy-Armageddon-marriage-divorce-sleep

Aramaic and Egyptian

Blake and it is impossible to attribute to him any other letter than the W of his first name, which I find inseparable from him; otherwise, it would be an A to designate an Accomplished human being.

This fan is made of a giant nasturtium flower aspiring to eternity, set on moonbeams on one side;
Its reverse side is polished by the sun of a unique day, dissolving a cloud of rain

A universal lesson: from the infinitely large to the infinitely small.
That of the Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus, teaching that all that is below is like that which is above, and all that is above is like that which is below, for the accomplishment of the wonders of the One Thing.

More of an arts woman, a geiko

The word Love alone embodies the harmony it generates

I am much more in acceptance than in submission.

Yes, I might be able to accept that: understanding before the vanities of the ego, but still, I need to think about it some more; certain disaffections would break my heart.

As for attitude: cruelty is absolutely unbearable to me

How can one be at peace with one's senses? They are in perpetual motion and solicit every part of my being at every moment—I am attentive to them and refuse them nothing that I am able to satisfy.

My soulmate, my lover, Lady, surges like a card from the sea in a luminous leap, he is the sky, he is the earth, mineral and vegetal, he is that subtle spirit that penetrates me after having crossed the mirror of illusions.

My precious Lolly, my black iris, my gray iris, my Smyrna grape, my cassette of sunshine, my cluster of coral, my crystal ear, be thanked from the bottom of my heart for these moments that are impossible to measure, dedicated to us.

Mamouch

Lolly Lolly Lolly
Your story is so beautiful
Ho Lolly Lolly Lolly
Comme c'est merveilleux de te voir ainsi…

I don’t know who Mahimo was, but the name transported me to the exotic confines of the Philippines, and I felt happy there…
Is it possible?

Then I was transported to the Land of the Rising Sun, to the very heart of Zen philosophy, where I discovered satori, though I already knew it deep within myself: everything is tied to perception, to an open mind, to letting go of one’s certainties and uncertainties… to accepting illumination and transformation…

Thank you for this journey, for this revelation of myself… big sister…

It’s funny because I had thought of Rilke when you asked who you would want to be the muse of!!!

So I’m patiently waiting for what comes next… There’s so much more to discover!

I kiss you too, clairvoyant geisha! Goddess of the invitation to desire! Little key to the soul…

To me, a gecko is a cute little lizard that I love, but I’m at a loss with my research… There’s so much to discover!

A thousand kisses!

Barbie

Hi Lolly

Well, here is the little repdom who, after carefully considering her thoughts, lays the web:

1 - To open this dwelling, I would use no object, only the desire to discover this universe and lift the veil.

2 - The drink that surprises me is the mojito, for its sweet and explosive side!!!

3 - The moment when I feel attuned to my being is in the morning, when my thoughts are still clear and fresh.

4 - Friendship - Love - Union - Dream - Tolerance - Trust - Forgiveness - Cognition - Karma - Reincarnation - Kabbalah - Sleep - Marriage - Armageddon - Divorce - Prudence - Distrust - Jealousy

5 - The word "ethnic" that holds my attention, if any, is Buddhism (888)

6 - I would have liked to be Gauguin’s muse, and I award him the letter D for tenderness.

7 - Here is the fan: A field of poppies and wheat before the harvest, strewn with ribbons of moonlight and inclusions of blue probes, from which star diamonds cascade in the sensual embrace of the setting sun.

8 - None, I think, just me with my thirst for knowledge and my desire to discover

9 - Yes, I am in harmony with the word love.

10 - I am in balance with this

11 - I’m not constantly in a formal state; love comes and goes.

12 - No, I would not accept losing affection; I think that to understand, one must be in symbiosis and in contact.

13 - The attitude that moves me is the depth and intensity of a gaze. The attitude that puts me off is violence.

14 - My being can measure up to the defense of those who need it most

15 - Yes, I think I am at peace with my senses because I enjoy giving as much as receiving.

16 - I could propose as a possibility, in the soul mate, the blossoming in a true love, a union bathed in sensuality and tenderness.

Well, there you go, that's the end of the canvas.

Looking forward to hearing from you, big kisses, princess, and thank you again for all these games that help us draw answers from deep within ourselves.

Lots of kisses for you
The little repdom

Dear Magic,

Kameko the unyielding!

Yes, it's very good

Usumurasaki
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He was that, and perhaps he still had even more to achieve in that regard…

The most in-demand geisha, the herald of the virtues offered!

It is quiet

He watches the mistress slide down the wall and turn her face away, shedding silent tears.

He straightens up facing the window,

A new lover, a new failure she takes with her.
What could it bring to the abandonment if not the acceptance of his withdrawal

Then he lay down and did not turn over, but he could smell the scent of the geisha... Fujiko

He let his mind recall his long journey through this temple of sensuality, and he remembered her…

She tells him, "I am Fujiko, and it is my honor to entertain you with the art of music and song."
You will be able to listen to me play various instruments while sipping your tea. Here is a cushion for your comfort, and let me charm you with my art.
His song told of that...

On the banks of the White River, north of the lands that once belonged to the Hare clan, stands a small wooden building surrounded by a white stone wall. An unfamiliar mon, two intertwined dragons each holding a katana that cross, flutters in the wind. No door blocks access to a small garden, where young willows line a pond where a few koi rest. A stable stands along the wall, and a paved path runs alongside the garden and leads up to the building.

On the threshold, a young geisha named Fujiko smiles as she welcomes you. You remove your sandals, place your daisho with the others on a carved wooden shelf, and enter.

The interior is understated and pleasant. On a floor of mahogany wood covered with woven straw mats, low tables display fine porcelain cups and saucers, awaiting Kameko’s pleasure. Woodblock prints cover the walls, depicting battles, romances, and landscapes. A few incense sticks diffuse a delicate scent, and the beautiful geisha Fyjiko plays an enchanting piece on the biwa.

Kameko, why don’t you gather your freedom into a single union, I say!

He turned around and said to her,

Can a cherry tree be domesticated?
It bears its fruits in the sight of simplicity
And dies in a crunch

I would still like to suspend this view at the very beginning of its sketch

Fujiko withdraws in full contentment…

Reverences

Lolly

Dear Kaina,

Do you know that you have an archipelago within you? Come, I will initiate you to the little geisha that you are within you. Shh! Don’t be afraid, and breathe. The landscape is magnificent…

Her first name was Geiko Saijigika

She was like a pleasant climatic contrast within herself, yet her entire territory lay in the temperate zone, perhaps for too long; watching the sensuality of others, she had quietly dispensed her own, all the while awaiting the invisible…

That moist humility that veiled her gaze was so touching, so unsettling, so full of desire that one envied her for this particular quality, and yet she would flee at the approach of any possible loving confrontation…

She knew the secret of the cherry blossom's blooming in the night and turned the juice of uncertainty purple; everyone noticed her, and her sweetness was unmatched. Her master and lover gazed at her for a long time behind the screen, admiring her fragile, sweet scent, so vast in its hopes.

She was all the seasons at once, and we found ourselves drawn into the game of loving her just to taste the flavor of her soul’s extreme sensitivity.

She was the momijigari...

She was so slow that one could gather the source of gold without restraint, so much did she allow sincerity to fulfill her in love…

Don't move, I'll be right back, you're so captivating, so close to the senses…

I will return to the place where you will slip in, when your body will invade the fan of a perfume whose secret you hold, that of the composition of the sober and refined ikebana of the hymn to the sources of luminosity.

Little chrysalis… wait for me

Best regards
Lolly

I will reply to you later; it consists of the dance of trust, the one you started two years ago.

Give me time to put it together for you

Her

A kiss from me to you

Dear Cogemine,

You are the GEISHA, in all her ethics; I would answer you just as quickly, but you ask to be contemplated once more in the nectar temple. Your essence is very ancient, and you have the particularity of being both GEISHA and Empress. You will understand upon reading my text, but I must accept its disturbing tapestry…

And I admit that it unsettles me, so labyrinthine is it, like a collection or a grimoire from some inconsequential or at least secluded monastery, I would find…

I'm hugging you
Lolly

My dearest Lolly,
Your first approach is most unsettling…
What meanders of insight led you to the very depths of my soul and to that antiquity evoked with such brilliance that I have always felt, foreseen?
Reading, or rereading, El Desdichado in the Chimères of my favorite author—Gérard de Nerval, to name him—(whose black sun evoked in this poem had already taken shape with W. Blake, who did not merely treat it as a verbal image but represented it visually in several places, notably in The Marriage of Heaven and Hell) you will find other keys, if need be.
But you have just proven to me that this does not seem to be the case, and your extraordinary inspiration will, on its own, allow you to untangle the web…
So, I will wait as long as necessary for the follow-up you are willing to provide to this first draft, and until then,
I remain your very captivated Mamouch.
I place my hand on yours and kiss you tenderly
Mamouch

Hello Lolly

I have the impression that you will never cease to amaze us with your knowledge, your wisdom, and your dedication, and it is with pleasure and curiosity that I wish to participate in this so mysterious world of geishas.

To enter this dwelling, I will do so with great respect and timidity, and its doors will open of their own accord as I pass, in a flurry of birds.

A drink that would surprise me would be colorful, served in a large glass, with a sweet and mild taste.

When I meditate, I try to listen to my inner self.

love - trust - dream - tolerance - friendship - forgiveness - caution - sleep - union - marriage - karma - distrust - jealousy - divorce - reincarnation - cognition - Kabbalah - Armageddon

ethnic term (I don't know how to define a Buddhist ethnicity) number 862

Which artist? Fragonard, letter A, as in Amour

The emblem on my fan, oh man, not easy
A flock of birds takes flight against a beautiful blue sky dotted with small white clouds, with a lovely waterfall in the distance flowing toward me, surrounded by roses and cherry blossoms

There may be an apprentice geisha hiding deep within me.

Unfortunately not in reality, but a lot in imagination

I sometimes have a somewhat submissive tendency due to shyness, but I’m working on it and trying to step out more, though it’s not always easy. I tend to wait for the other person, but I’m starting to see things differently.

Yes, once again in my dreams, oh love, my beautiful love, but not necessarily every day (my imagination works hard) for an imaginary ideal where everything is beautiful and everyone is kind, full of light and joy.

Absolutely, if one is too emotionally attached, it is difficult to be objective, to listen to the other person, and to respect them.

What bothers me is indifference, injustice, physical or verbal violence, and vulgarity.

What moves me: a child's laughter, a man who offers flowers for no reason at all or simply says he loves you tenderly—an unexpected candlelit dinner—a man who takes your hand

my being can be measured against the humanist and pacifist principles of Buddhism

At peace with my senses?
Sometimes yes, sometimes no; sometimes calm, sometimes wired.

The soul’s lover, I would like him to be a confidant—gentle—unpredictable—harmonious—surprising—tender—laughter—in one word, LOVE

There you go, I hope I was sincere and clear.
I have to say this test made me think a lot about myself. Thank you, Lolly. :-*

Good morning, dear Lolly!

Thank you for this portrait that resonates with me in terms of silences and the search for enchantment.
In my opinion, the unique union must correspond to the freedom of action that each person grants themselves by being united…
A cherry tree is to be admired but not tamed; one must savor its sensory flavor in all its simplicity, while accepting that it will perish in the pleasure of being bitten.
Any suspension is an anticipation of future pleasures to be shared.

Thank you for everything!
The magician.