Inflorescence

Casanova, minas snow,

Prinophyllum,

Coral glow.

Opal luster,

Harvest moon.

Lavendula,

I’ll see you soon.

Midnight beauty,

Seven stars,

Red dazzled,

Meet me on mars.

Morning magic,

Cappuccino,

Sing me a song,

Only you know.

Ebony pearl,

Scarlet wonder,

You make my heart thump,

Is that thunder?

Silver skies,

Scintillation.

Is this a dream?

figment of my imagination?

Electric current,

Venetian chimes.

The deep gaze of your eyes.

Mi amor,

De ja vu,

It feels like I’ve always known you.

Metamorphosis,

Magnetic field,

What a gift the universe revealed.

Lamplighter,

Bluette,

Kiss me in this silhouette.

Epoch,

Buretta.

Endlessly evergreen,

Endlessly meta.

We already changed each other.

Rhododendron,

Existentia.

© Victoria Venturella, MA, Wait a Meta, Existential Dialogues

The Power of The Future Not Yet

There is a path from here to there paved in reels of undeveloped film.

You are the only one who will ever see it the way you experienced it.

You get to keep all the pictures.

You can choose which way to go

but you’ll never be for certain the future of not yet.


Life lives in mystery, love, and what’s not yet known.


The power of the future not yet.

© Victoria Venturella, MA, The Existentialist, Existential Dialogues

Moon Clock

Moon Clock

In full vulnerability

Illuminating bright

Luminescence.

You see yourself glimmer

In the gaze of the Other.

Temporal rotation.

Within a shadow

We meet ourselves.

Where are we?

With myself how do I see myself?

In thought? On the page? In a recording?

In my reflections of my recent experiences.

I see myself in you. I see you in myself.

Part of each other’s present evolution.

You no longer are where you were.

One section of chapters becoming the palate to paint the next section.

Opening my evolution from the page I am on today.

Moon Clock

Time to illuminate the world to reveal who we are to ourselves.

Without the world who would we be?

How could we see who we are without all that exists beyond us?

We would be nothing without the world.


© Victoria Venturella, MA, The Existentialist, Existential Dialogues

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Meta Smiles

Someone smiles looking at you from across the room while you are already looking at them.

You immediately become cognizant of their smile.

Day’s pass,

The experience of their smile resurfaces.

You begin to think of them more deeply into a future moment.

This memory etched into a box of their photos.

Upon the minds shelf boxes of meaning stack high.

© Victoria Venturella, MA, The Existentialist, Existential Dialogues

#metasmiles

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How many unsent letters do you file in your mind?

How many times does it take you to form the first sentence?

Back spacing in deep thought.

Where do you put all those love letters?

last words never said?

What about all those questions?

potential proposals?

all that honesty?

sudden arrivals of insight?

Why haven’t you told them yet?

Are you afraid of true love?

Why do you think you have forever?

Why would you wait to tell them what you continually wish to share with them?

Being vulnerable is transformative and healing.

What about those moments that you no longer feel like you are where you were?

Where do you file all the letters you write yourself? Those meaningful monologues of the deepest internal texture?

You don’t have to journal everyday to journal.

#journaling

#unsentletters

#writeletters

#havehardconversations

#fallinlove

#livedeeply

#lovedeeply

#liveloudly

#loveloudly

#beauthentic

#existentialquestions

#askmorequestions

#existentialangst

#angst

#hereandnow

#whatsatstake

#beseen

#lovedeeply

#existential

#existentialdread

#trusttheuniverse

#existentialphenomeology

#victoriaventurella

#relationshipwithself #communication #transcendence

#futureself #infinitepossibilities

#existentialpsychotherapy

Victoria Venturella, MA, Existential Phenomenological Psychotherapist

© Victoria Venturella, Existential Dialogues, The Existentialist