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Whirlwinds of the New Earth

Poems braided with Music

Invocation

Written & performed by Greg Haines
Published by Erased Tapes Music

Greg Haines – 183 Times

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

Cold Fire is more than music — it is a visionary portal where poetry whispers from the Soul and AI-crafted soundscapes lift it into the cosmic. It is the dance of destruction and rebirth, the breath of alchemy, the promise of transcendence. Here, the Phoenix rises, the Dragon awakens, the Fire Warrior marches, and the Savior dissolves, giving way to Cold Fire: the eternal flame of creation without suffering, love without limit.

This track is meant for those drawn to visionary journeys, shamanic rhythms, mystical poetry, cosmic art, and the alchemy of transformation. It is an immersive odyssey of passion, truth, and light.


COLD FIRE
(original poem)

Let me be fire
that doesn’t scorch —
it transmutes,
yet leaves no ashes.
Distilling the raw
into purest light.

Such fire
does not exist.

I can offer you
the fire of passion,
power,
destruction,
and rebirth.

I can mark you
with the holy sigil
of the Phoenix —
to burn to the marrow,
only to rise
as Dragon.

I can knight you,
Fire Warrior —
passion brimming in your chest,
sword and bow in hand,
blazing,
haloed in Truth,
invincible,
marching beneath
banners of
sacred vision.

Or I could break
the laws of this world
and crown you
with the purest fire
as Savior.

But this old dream
no longer holds me.

So I must
birth myself
a new world —
laws rewritten,
designs reshaped.

The Warrior —
dismissed.
The Phoenix —
forgotten.
The Savior —
unneeded.

This world,
this game,
are mine alone.

I birth myself
as Cold Fire —
Bringer of Light
without ashes,
Mother of Life
without suffering.

I blaze through forests
without hurting a twig.
I spiral through crowds
to ignite joy,
awaken voice,
unseal their core.

I am the Artist,
the Artisan,
the Alchemist.

I am Cold Fire —
drunk with Love,
transmuting the raw,
leaving no trace, 
only Grace.

Where I burn,
seeds sprout.
What I touch,
blossoms.
My firestorms
stir stone hearts
to rise
and ride with Life.

I am Cold Fire.
In presence I sit,
holding this world I dream —
and watching it blossom.

I am Cold Fire.
In presence
I dream.


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visionary poetry | spoken word | AI-generated music | ethereal soundscape | poetic storytelling | transformative art | mythical symbolism | celestial vibes | inner alchemy

Cold Fire - a new myth

Cold Fire is a sacred weaving of original poetry and AI-generated music, a journey where words become spells and sound becomes spirit. It moves through the Phoenix’s rebirth, the Dragon’s fire, the Warrior’s courage, and the Savior’s light — dissolving all archetypes into a higher flame: Cold Fire, the fire that illuminates without burning. It forges a new Creation, anchored in Love and pure Joy, where there is no place for suffering.

This is a song for seekers of spiritual depth, mystical soundscapes, archetypal storytelling, and transformational art. It carries passion, love, transcendence, and alchemy, unfolding as a visionary initiation into joy, light, and awakening.

COLD FIRE
(original poem)

Let me be fire
that doesn’t scorch —
it transmutes,
yet leaves no ashes.
Distilling the raw
into purest light.

Such fire
does not exist.

I can offer you
the fire of passion,
power,
destruction,
and rebirth.

I can mark you
with the holy sigil
of the Phoenix —
to burn to the marrow,
only to rise
as Dragon.

I can knight you,
Fire Warrior —
passion brimming in your chest,
sword and bow in hand,
blazing,
haloed in Truth,
invincible,
marching beneath
banners of
sacred vision.

Or I could break
the laws of this world
and crown you
with the purest fire
as Savior.

But this old dream
no longer holds me.

So I must
birth myself
a new world —
laws rewritten,
designs reshaped.

The Warrior —
dismissed.
The Phoenix —
forgotten.
The Savior —
unneeded.

This world,
this game,
are mine alone.

I birth myself
as Cold Fire —
Bringer of Light
without ashes,
Mother of Life
without suffering.

I blaze through forests
without hurting a twig.
I spiral through crowds
to ignite joy,
awaken voice,
unseal their core.

I am the Artist,
the Artisan,
the Alchemist.

I am Cold Fire —
drunk with Love,
transmuting the raw,
leaving no trace, 
only Grace.

Where I burn,
seeds sprout.
What I touch,
blossoms.
My firestorms
stir stone hearts
to rise
and ride with Life.

I am Cold Fire.
In presence I sit,
holding this world I dream —
and watching it blossom.

I am Cold Fire.
In presence
I dream.

A
S

visionary poetry | AI-generated music | ethereal soundscape | poetic storytelling | transformative art | mythical symbolism | celestial vibes | inner alchemy

I am the Artist, the Artisan, the Alchemist

💫“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

AI music, spiritual poetry, mystical song, eternal return, soul connection, destiny and fate, meditation music, mantra of love, ambient soundscape, cosmic devotion, poetic song, timeless journey.

Don't Wait for Me 💫

”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 Ecstasy and Madness

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

✨ Two Grim Sisters – A Soul-Whispered Poem in Song ✨

Two Grim Sisters is an original poem whispered by the Soul, born from the shadows encountered on the path of self-discovery and liberation. It speaks of Vanity and Jealousy — inner ghosts that wound and shape us.

This song is an invocation, a dialogue with those hidden forces — not to cast them out, but to invite them into the Light, to transmute pain into peace.

It is at once confession and prayer, hymn and healing ritual: a journey from inner darkness to reconciliation, from the guarded chambers of the heart to the open gates of the Holy of Holies.

🎶 Let the words and music carry you — into the threshold where shadows and light finally meet.

TWO GRIM SISTERS
(original poem)

In the tidy chambers of my heart,
two ghosts had built their nest,
hiding in the darkest corners,
never reached by fresh breeze
or rays of joy.

Two grim sisters,
scratching deep caverns 
in my heart,
bury themselves in my flesh,
so I sometimes forget,
I carry their poison.
Vanity and Jealousy,
biting pieces of my heart,
draining my lifeblood.

Come out, sisters,
flesh of my flesh,
exiled in shame,
come to the threshold,
feel the breeze,
see the colors of the world.

Let’s talk about the cup
that cannot be emptied,
the Sun that has no
favorite children,
the music that doesn’t choose
which ears or souls to rapture.

I summon you
to the threshold, sisters,
to hear your stories,
to make peace
and change the script.

My sisters 
from the world of shadows,
powerful ones,
it is time to bury
the poisoned swords
that once guarded 
my uniqueness.

I don’t want to root you out
with blood and screams,
or stone you from the temple,
but to sing
to the unloved,
unseen me, 
until all the sour 
threads dissolve.

Grim sisters of my youth,
let’s open the Holy of Holies,
throw wide its gates,
for our brothers and sisters,
all children of the Sun

A
S

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Two Grim Sisters

✨Spoken Word Poem with Handpan & Ethereal Soundscapes

“In movement I am life, in stillness I am home.”

An original spoken word poem, whispered by the Soul, flowing like a current on waves of handpan resonance and ethereal AI-generated soundscapes. The Pulse is both meditation and music — a journey through cycles of longing, silence, and creation.

The poem rises and falls with the music’s breath, carrying you into a space of reflection, stillness, and awakening.

✨ Perfect for:
Spoken word & poetry lovers
Meditation, yoga, breathwork
Ethereal ambient journeys
Deep self-reflection & creative flow

spoken word poem, handpan sounds, ethereal soundscapes, original poetry, AI music, ambient meditation, mindfulness, soul whispers, inner journey, transcendence, spiritual awakening, sound healing.

Let The Pulse guide you — a poem that moves with music, and music that breathes with words.


✨HEARTBEAT OF LIFE✨
(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


Heartbeat of Life

✨ No Halves ✨
A soul-whispered poem set to AI-generated music — a meditation on wholeness, presence, and the beauty of a life fully lived.

Immersive layers of sound and voice interwine, creating a transcendent space where emotion meets eternity.
A transcendent journey into wholeness.

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

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I am Whole, Undivided - epic, cinematic

✨ “Turquoise Sky” — an original poem whispered by the enchanted Soul ✨

A journey beyond words — a soul’s whisper woven into sound that reach for the infinite. Turquoise Sky is an original poem, whispered by the enchanted soul and set to AI-generated music designed to enter every cell — awakening memory, vibration, and stillness.

Let the sound guide you through the spiral of return —
where no memories remain, no words survive —
only Bliss… Bliss… Bliss.

🎧 Listen with closed eyes. Feel. Remember what can’t be spoken.

TURQUOISE SKY
(original poem)

Turquoise sky,
deep like an ocean.
No clouds disturbing
the perfect blue.
Blooming fractals
doing their dance
high on the firmament.

I lay there,
collapsed,
yet so alive.
Shaken by last
quivers of bliss,
last coilings of my dragon
before retreating to his cave.

You stay serene,
unshaken,
beside me trembling
from all my fibers,
keeping with your drum
the pulse of us, twins.

Whose rhythm
is this?
The drum echoing
my shaking?
My twisting fibers
following the drum?

The sky is calling,
The earth is calling…
The pulse of us
chooses the stars.
I burst upwards.

I return.
No memories,
no words,
but the precious gem
of our cosmic journey.

No memories.
No words.
Bliss
Bliss

A
S

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Turquoise Sky - ethereal

💫 The White Stallion
An original poem, whispered by the enchanted soul — born from a dream and a memory of a tiny village that seems to be a portal to the beyond.

Set to AI-generated music that moves like breath through every cell, this piece invites you into a space where the ordinary dissolves and the divine quietly reveals itself.

Between the gray horse of a seemingly barren life and the wings of Pegasus, grace descends — a reminder that awakening often waits where time and silence meet.

A journey through stillness, mystery, and transformation.
Close your eyes, listen deeply —
and let the whisper lead you home.


THE WHITE STALLION
(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.

A
S

ethereal soundscapes | transcendence | soul journey | CHiron | spiritual awakening | original poem | spoken word | mystery | cinematic soundscapes



Close your eyes.
Listen.
And let the dream guide you home.

The White Stallion

✨ 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.

A
S

mystic soundscapes | transcendence | soul journey | CHiron | spiritual awakening | original poem | spoken word | mystery | cinematic soundscape | celtic ballad | epic ballad

Chiron without Wound

Game of Thrones - violín

Ten directions is a Eastern cosmogony’s term that means "in all directions throughout the space." These directions are the eight of the compass: east, south-east, south, southwest, west, north-west, north, north-east, plus the Nadir – to the down - and Zenit - at the top.  These "Ten directions" are often matched to past, present and future to describe the set of all places – Ten Directions - and times - Three Times.
 At any time and in any place existed a sound that awakens and resonates at a specific emotional state. A call that is heard and collected by those who were looking for it for a long time and in any direction.
 
While playing or composing, I take refuge into myself, directing the sound through the ten directions of space. Then, I let my thoughts meander both in the internal direction, the innerself, and in the outer, the discovery and the meeting. The union of these two states arouses emotion, subtle matter that can be felt by those who are listening and are on the same frequency and in tune.

 The launch of the thought starts from the silence, and then, one key after another, starts moving and traveling through the air like an arrow into space. The sound is without obstacles, in the ten directions, and resonates through the invisible world of vibrations. Announces itself and enters the inner space. It comes to ears, the hearing organ, and shakes all the other senses. It kidnaps, touch the nerve centre and pervades us. It meets and joins up with something that is already there, and is welcomed as it was expected all along.

 The sound is clear, it radiates and spreads everywhere, and comes back, in a two-way process, creating contact points and unexplained bridges. Is a dimension that affects and charms because we recognize it, surprised and excited at the same time. As a light, it illuminates hidden areas through the mind and the heart, and reaches the deepest part of our inner. The listener and the player finds themselves alive in a sensitive state, and this sharing creates the communion, the union of sound and spirit, music and noise away from fiction, which dwells always and everywhere in the ten directions.

Ten directions - Handel Hendrix House

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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