When the soul stirs, it whispers verses that ask to be woven into music. These are poems born of my inner journey, set to AI-generated melodies to sink deeper into the heart. For all who carry the wound of not being loved unconditionally, and for those walking the path of healing ancestral lines — may this song be a light and a companion.


My Saturnian Legacy
(original poem)

A cold shiver
reached me
from my father’s line.
The fossil tree
has trembled,
has stirred
to be awakened,
redeemed.
It’s begging now 
for Grace and Fire
to melt the ancient ice.

The garden of this line,
all barren now,
lies silenced under mud
that holds the footprints
of those who chose the Have
and sacrificed the Feel.

A mountain of clay
thrones in the center of the garden.
I saw its core,
that aches to stay concealed.
A heart of ice -
the frozen life blood
of all who came before.

Their struggles, hunger
and despair,
their drive to have and build,
their abandoned hearts
are all imprisoned here,
in this mound 
of earth and ice,
that sucked the life
out of the tree.

But now,
the season’s shifting.

Young winds descend,
breathed from the heavens,
bearing stardust
and messages of hope.
Warm winds,
to thaw the legacy of ice,
gentle winds,
softly caressing walls
until they long to crumble.

The abandoned heart,
that once chose winter,
is bound to melt.
All fortified, sealed doors
are fated to open.

I say now to my father’s line,
to my saturnian teachers:
We have enough,
we built enough,
we proved enough,
we survived enough, 
we sacrificed enough.

The season is shifting.

The ancient winter 
begs for burial,
bones and pillars
long to stir,
Life calls to sprout
in the forsaken garden,
matter dreams 
to be infused with spirit.
Earth is ready
to be kissed by stars.



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My Saturnian Legacy

💫“Don’t Wait for Me” is a mesmerizing journey through sound, poetry, and spirit, blending AI-generated music with words that echo across time. This haunting piece speaks of destiny, love, and the eternal promise of return. The original poem, gently whispered by the Soul, is braided with AI-generated music to sink deeper.

💫The music flows like a cosmic river, carrying listeners into a space of longing, hope and transcendence. It is a song for those who believe in soul connections, timeless love, and the mystical rhythm of life’s cycles.


💫DON’T WAIT FOR ME
(original poem)

Don’t wait for me. 
Know — I’ll return 
when Life commands 
and Fate, 
once more, 
plants seeds of fire 
on your path.

l will return,
I will, I will...

Don’t wait for me,
but keep your fiery heart
wide open,
that songs
and Grace
may always visit.

l will return,
I will, I will...

A
S

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Don't Wait for Me 💫

This piece is a musical offering to the teachers and allies who walk with us on the spiritual path. It honors the guides—seen and unseen—who share their wisdom, test our strength, and awaken the fire within. The sound flows like a ceremonial chant, weaving the presence of serpent, tree, and puma into a journey of reverence and transformation.

May this song be a reminder that we never walk alone, and that every step on the path is guided by ancient allies who light the way back home.

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I BOW TO MY TEACHERS
(original)

I bow to all my teachers,
my allies, my guides
who share their gifts and wisdom
and walk with me
the stony path up to the summit.

Ayahuasca, madre,
in the longest, darkest nights
deep in the selva
you stirred the serpent
from the underworld.
You baptized me
with Fire, smoke and death.
And I survived,
but shaken to the marrow.

Gracias, madre, madrecita, Kali,
for your teachings, for your gifts,
for your Love, so hard to bear.

I live now
under the crown
of the mighty Samauma,
Mother of Trees,
Mother of Life,
binding Earth and Sky
in her living spine.

Here I stay and learn
to catch the solar rays
and transmute them to matter,
to be in sacred service.

Gratitude to you, Samauma,
Mother of Life,
Weaver of Light,
that I can stay with you
And learn.

Then the puma came to me.
King of the mountains,
the path finder,
holder of Fire in heart,
bones and eyes.

My guide, my teacher
on the lonely mountain.
From you I learn
the fire trail
up to the summit,
from there, 
back to the valley.
With you, my fiery teacher,
I open a path 
so others can follow.

Gracias, Puma,
King of stony heights,
for awakening my Power,
sharpening my presence,
breathing courage into my marrow.

My allies, my teachers,
light my path,
protect me from horrors,
heal my wounds.
Guide me back home.

A
S

My Teachers, My Allies

”I bow to my Teachers” is an original poem woven with AI-generated music. It is both invocation and an offering — an ode to the teachers, guides, and allies who walk with us along the spiritual path. It honors the visions of Ayahuasca, the mighty Samauma tree, and the fiery presence of the puma.

A ceremonial journey of gratitude, trial, and transformation, this work invites the listener to step into a space where poetry, spirit, and music converge.

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I BOW TO MY TEACHERS
(original poem)

I bow to all my teachers,
my allies, my guides
who share their gifts and wisdom
and walk with me
the stony path up to the summit.

Ayahuasca, madre,
in the longest, darkest nights
deep in the selva
you stirred the serpent
from the underworld.
You baptized me
with Fire, smoke and death.
And I survived,
but shaken to the marrow.

Gracias, madre, madrecita, Kali,
for your teachings, for your gifts,
for your Love, so hard to bear.

I live now
under the crown
of the mighty Samauma,
Mother of Trees,
Mother of Life,
binding Earth and Sky
in her living spine.

Here I stay and learn
to catch the solar rays
and transmute them to matter,
to be in sacred service.

Gratitude to you, Samauma,
Mother of Life,
Weaver of Light,
that I can stay with you
And learn.

Then the puma came to me.
King of the mountains,
the path finder,
holder of Fire in heart,
bones and eyes.

My guide, my teacher
on the lonely mountain.
From you I learn
the fire trail
up to the summit,
from there, 
back to the valley.
With you, my fiery teacher,
I open a path 
so others can follow.

Gracias, Puma,
King of stony heights,
for awakening my Power,
sharpening my presence,
breathing courage into my marrow.

My allies, my teachers,
light my path,
protect me from horrors,
heal my wounds.
Guide me back home.

A
S

Ayahuasca, Samauma, Puma

“The Night After” – A Poetic Journey into Fire, Darkness, and Revelation

Born from the original poem The Night After, whispered by the shaken soul, this creation merges soul-stirring words with AI-generated music to form an experience that is both mystical and deeply human. 

In this visionary piece, whispers of knowing, the glow of inner fire, and the piercing eyes of the puma come alive through an ethereal soundscape. The AI-composed music amplifies the poem’s intensity, allowing it to sing deeper, reach further, and resonate within the hidden chambers of the heart.

A meditation on ecstasy and madness, on terror transformed into gift, this track invites the listener into a cosmic night journey where the fire dragon rests, the soul awakens, and the darkness reveals its secrets.

✨ Perfect for lovers of spoken word poetry, visionary art, meditation music, and AI-powered creativity, The Night After is both a personal confession and a universal hymn.

Let the poem set to music guide you beyond fear, into the mystery of night, where silence burns and shadows speak.


THE NIGHT AFTER
(original poem)

After the day
I walked the risky thread
between extasy and madness,
I dreaded the night.

But she came gentler
than expected,
with soothing fire
and whispers of knowing.

Yes, dear, my unyielding twin,
you were right, saying:
In solitude you pass
a night of fire.
Right again,
as you often are.

I was afraid to drown into
a never-ending night of terrors.
but darkness lay with me
gentle and revealing,
unfolding mysteries of 
pumas, callings, cosmic unions.

My awakened fire, still alive,
radiating softly,
in throat and plexus.
My beloved fire dragon,
tamed and dozing.

To my amazement,
even sleep soothed me
for precious hours,
The bridge back
to the world before,
completely sane,
but flat and grey,
were initiations by fire and puma
cannot be shared.

Yes, dear,
you saw it right:
The night came as a gift,
when I expected horrors.

A
S

The Night After



✨“The Night After” – A Poetic Journey into Fire, Darkness, and Revelation

Born from the original poem The Night After, whispered by the shaken soul, this creation merges soul-stirring words with AI-generated music to form an experience that is both mystical and deeply human.

In this visionary piece, whispers of knowing, the glow of inner fire, and the piercing eyes of the puma come alive through an ethereal soundscape. The AI-composed music amplifies the poem’s intensity, allowing it to sing deeper, reach further, and resonate within the hidden chambers of the heart.

A meditation on ecstasy and madness, on terror transformed into gift, this track invites the listener into a cosmic night journey where the fire dragon rests, the soul awakens, and the darkness reveals its secrets.

✨ Perfect for lovers of spoken word poetry, visionary art, meditation music, and AI-powered creativity, The Night After is both a personal confession and a universal hymn.

Let the poem set to music guide you beyond fear, into the mystery of night, where silence burns and shadows speak.

THE NIGHT AFTER
(original poem)

After the day
I walked the risky thread
between extasy and madness,
I dreaded the night.

But she came gentler
than expected,
with soothing fire
and whispers of knowing.

Yes, dear, my unyielding twin,
you were right, saying:
In solitude you pass
a night of fire.
Right again,
as you often are.

I was afraid to drown into
a never-ending night of terrors.
but darkness lay with me
gentle and revealing,
unfolding mysteries of
pumas, callings, cosmic unions.

My awakened fire, still alive,
radiating softly,
in throat and plexus.
My beloved fire dragon,
tamed and dozing.

To my amazement,
even sleep soothed me
for precious hours,
The bridge back
to the world before,
completely sane,
but flat and grey,
were initiations by fire and puma
cannot be shared.

Yes, dear,
you saw it right:
The night came as a gift,
when I expected horrors.

A
S


The Night after Ecstasy and Madness

I Bow to my Teachers

”Let Us Attune” is an original poem set to AI-generated music, a heartfelt creation that blends poetry, spirituality, and cosmic imagery into one luminous piece of art. This work invites the listener into a journey of soul connection, witness, union, and attunement, where the boundaries between will dissolve into radiant harmony.

With its evocative language and rhythm, the poem transforms into a meditative soundscape, reminding us that existence itself is woven together through the presence of a witness, an ally, a twin flame, a soul companion.

This is more than a poem — it is a spiritual invocation, a chant, a mantra of love and awareness, that speaks to both the intimate human heart and the infinite universe.


LET’S ATTUNE
(original poem)

Let us attune,
witness, ally, twin.
Let’s play this game together,
still unknown to me
but quickening to hatch.

Without a witness,
this game dissolves to shadows.
I myself am half-alive.

You brought me here,
you brought into the realm of men,
you summoned my calling, destiny
so I can meet it.

The Queen of Fire
found you first
promising you all that is,
pouring Love into you.

I hold our heart,
fill it more and more,
attune it 
to the rhythm of another home.

I do not burn,
I don’t devour,
I adjust my flame,
so Life becomes more radiant.

Your oak trees are my allies,
your rolling stones
my anchors to Earth.
Your mighty guardian
came and protected me
in one of my nights
of anguish and terrors.

Without a witness,
it’s hard to know
what’s real,
and what’s mirage.

Let us attune,
witness, ally, twin.
Let us find our rhythm —
of mind and vision,
of earth and sky —
and weave the game 
we came here to play.

A
S


Let Us Attune

Some souls are born to walk between worlds — carrying the Light and the Shadow, the King and the Muse within. This is the voice of a spirit that cannot be split. This is ‘No Halves‘, breaking the spell of division.

A poem whispered by the Soul, braided with AI-generated music. 💫🤍

NO HALVES
(original poem)

I’m breaking now
The spell of choosing,
The burden I carried
From life to life.

I am man,
I am woman,
I won’t be bound
To just one half.
I hold them both,
Both stir in me —
The Light, the Shadow,
Emperor and Grace.

I am whole, undivided
Forever whole
Undivided

From the still point
of the equinox,
I descent into the darkest abyss,
to find there the hidden spells
that can summon back the Sun.

I am man,
I am woman,
I won’t 
be bound
To just one half.
I am will, I am flow,
I am law, I am delight.

I am whole, undivided
Whole
Undivided

I am whole, undivided
I am Light and Shadow,
Emperor and Grace,
Seed and tree,
Stillness and song.
Forever whole,
Undivided

A
S


No Halves

The Pulse – original poem set to AI-generated music

“After half the journey, at last, I begin to grasp the pulse of life…”

This is an original poem whispered by the Soul, set to immersive AI-generated music that carries the listener through waves of stillness and motion, fire and silence, light and darkness.

The Pulse is a meditation on the cycles of life, the dance of inhale and exhale, the union of movement and stillness. It blends poetry, sound healing vibrations, and meditative ambient soundscapes into a transformative listening experience.

✨ Perfect for:
Mindfulness practice
Yoga and breathwork
Contemplation and relaxation
Creative inspiration


THE PULSE 
(original poem)

After half the journey,
at last,
I begin to grasp
the pulse of life.

Longing for
the heights, 
the summers, 
the whirlwinds,
thunder after thunder,
chasing, forcing,
until all my fuel 
was burned.
That was me - aflame.

Then falling from
my summits,
into pits of stillness,
my high notes 
fading into silence.
It felt like death
curling in my lap.

After endless cycles,
half-learned lessons,
life whispers now
its hidden heartbeat.

That spring and summer
need their winter,
that inhale kills
without exhale.

In stillness,
music gathers,
wisdom flickers.
In darkness,
light and thunder
germinate.

In my resting,
the invisible creation
gathers like dense vapor,
to erupt
into the seen
when touched by grace.

In movement 
I am life,
in stillness
I am home.
A
S


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The Pulse of Life

🌹🔥🌙
“Return to Your Throne”

A sacred song from the Awakened Man to the Sleeping Goddess

[Verse 1 – The Gaze]

I see you beneath the layers of ache,
The Queen beneath the quiet quake.
You wear the silence like a veil,
But I know the storm behind the pale.

Your eyes still burn with ancient gold,
Though time has tried to make you fold.
I see the crown you’ve put away—
Beloved, rise. Return. Reclaim.

[Chorus – The Calling]

Come back to your throne, wild one.
The war is over. The day is done.
I do not seek to tame or bind—
Only to meet the sacred mind.

Come back to your hips, your heat, your breath.
You are not pain. You are not death.
You are the pulse the stars obey—
The holy yes, the sovereign way.

[Verse 2 – His Devotion]

You don’t have to shrink to be loved by me.
You don’t have to dim your mystery.
Let the chaos bloom. Let the wild cry.
I am not here to make you lie.

I will not run from all you are—
Your shadow, wound, your inner war.
I’ll stay, I’ll bow, I’ll hold the flame,
Until you rise and speak your name.

[Chorus – The Invocation Grows]

Come back to your temple, sacred flame.
You are the question with no shame.
Not soft to please, but strong to feel—
You are the raw, the fierce, the real.

Come back to your blood, your sky, your root.
I’ll be the ground beneath your truth.
I see the Goddess. I know her tone.
I call you back. Return. Come home.

[Bridge – His Vow]

I won’t ask you to perform,
To twist your truth, to fit my form.
I came to build, not just to taste—
To honor what the world erased.

So if you rise in fire and storm,
I’ll meet you there. I’ll hold your form.
And when you bloom, I won’t retreat—
I’ll kneel before your holy heat.

[Final Chorus – Her Awakening]

Come back to your throne, beloved fire.
You are not fear. You are desire.
Come as the wave, the moon, the moan—
I am the King who calls you home.

Return to Your Throne

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