✨ Chiron Without Wound ✨ 
An original poem whispered by the enchanted soul, inspired by a dream and a forgotten village that feels like a portal between worlds.

A deep, haunting male voice leads the listener through a rite of passage — a journey of weariness, surrender, and transcendence. Each verse unfolds like ancient storytelling by firelight, where sound becomes memory and myth breathes again.

Set to AI-generated Celtic orchestration that moves through every cell, this piece carries you beyond time — into the realm where the gray horse of endurance becomes Pegasus, and the soul remembers its wings.

Close your eyes, listen deeply —
and hear the call of the Beyond.

CHIRON WITHOUT WOUND
(original poem)

Wandering aimlessly
with this
gray, old horse,
given to me
to foster.
Both tired,
worn out
by this life
of barren effort -
seeming without
aim and purpose.

Holding it
by a rope,
trotting without direction.
He halts sometimes
to nibble on stones.

We arrived
in a tiny village,
where even the
road seems to end.
Here we should rest.
No people,
no signs of life.
I let the horse
nibble on the stones,
and fell asleep
under a tree.

Returning from my sleep,
it feels like
I’m still dreaming.
In front of me,
a white, proud stallion -
free and sovereign,
shimmering in the sun.

The old grey horse,
the rope -
all gone.

Pegasus is waiting
now for me,
to awaken from my slumber,
to jump on his back,
and take our first ride
up to the heavens.

I didn't know -
or did I know -
that in this village
which space, time and men
have long forgotten,
there was a custom:
you leave a stone
beside a horse,
and in return
you’ll find
the most precious gift
fated for you.

Grace showered me
once more with gifts:
with my awakening,
and with Pegasus
who knows the way
to heaven,
and back again.

I jump on my stallion.
We merge.
The newborn centaur,
half man, half Pegasus,
is Chiron -
with no wounds,
but wings.

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Chiron without Wound

Artist. Artisan. Alchemist

✨ On my journey of remembrance and awakening, my Soul began to whisper wisdom as poems. I am a poet of the Heart and the unseen — weaving words into soundscapes born of AI, to sink deeper and reach further. Each track is an original poem braided with music, a living offering of vibration and emotion.

✨I believe soulful art, especially music, can elevate consciousness, awaken the noble essence within, and help weave the fabric of a New Earth — a world where love wears many names and unity blossoms through diversity. This is the path I walk: a path of spirit, beauty, and delight.

✨My creations are more than songs. They are rituals of remembrance, transmissions of healing, and journeys through shadow into light. Inspired by raw emotions, archetypes, and the currents of the beyond, they open portals where Earth and Heaven, matter and spirit, meet in embrace. They are songs of life, beauty, and joy — the bloodline of the New Earth.

💫 If you are a seeker of your Essence, a weaver of dreams, and a lover of Life — you are home.

Chiron without Wound

Astrid ColdFire