Vuela - formerly under the working title "Hokema". This track has been remastered and ready for official release!

Ryan Herr - Guitar, Production (Follow me on Spotify https://spoti.fi/36gPEE7)
David Bergeaud - Dilruba, Recording Engineer
Ishmiel Lounsbury - Vocals, Hokema Sansula

This is a "one take" live studio recording. It is our hope that this music brings some peace and solace to your world.

Lyrics:


      English                                                 Spanish/ Quechua

  Fly fly little blue bird                                Vuela vuela sui sui
  Covered with protection (blanket)            Manti kunay kayari kayalitos mantai 
  Fly fly little blue bird                                Vuela vuela sui sui

  Fly fly Eagles                                            Vuela vuela  Aguilitas                                      
  Fly fly Eagles                                            Vuela vuela  Aguilitas  
  Covered with protection                           Manti kunay kayari  kayalitos mantai                                                                   
  Fly fly Eagles                                            Vuela vuela  Aguilitas

  Fly fly Humming birds                               Vuela vuela Picaflores
  Fly fly Humming birds                               Vuela vuela Picaflores
  Covered with protection                            Manti rya kayari  kayalitos mantai  
  Fly Fly  humming birds                              Vuela vuela Picaflores

  Fly fly -Owls you fly                                   Vuela vuela Buhos Vuela
  Fly fly -Owls  you fly                                  Vuela vuelaBuhos Vuela
  Covered with protection                             Manti kunay kayari  kayalitos mantai 
  Fly fly Owls you fly                                     Vuelas vuelas Buhos vuela 

  Fly fly Condor fly                                         Vuela vuela Condor Vuela
  Fly fly Condor  fly                                        Vuela vuela Condor  Vuela
  Covered with protection                              Manti rya kayari kayalitos mantai 
  Fly fly Condor fly                                         Vuela vuela Condor Vuela
 

  Fly fly Great Mother                                     Vuela Vuela Mamankuna
  Fly fly Great Mother                                     Vuela Vuela Mamankuna
  Covered with protection                              Manti kunay kayari  kayalitos mantai 
  Fly Fly great Mother                                     Vuela Vuela Mamankuna
                                                                    

  Fly fly Rainbow water serpent                      Vuela Vuela Yakumama
  Fly fly Rainbow water serpent                      Vuela Vuela Yakumama
  Covered with protection                               Manti kunay kayari  kayalitos mantai 
  Thank you, water serpent                             Vuela Vuela Yakumama
  Clean clean bodies                                       Limpia Limpia cuerpecito
  Thank you Medicine                                    Sulpay Medicina

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Vuela - Ryan Herr, David Bergeaud, Ishmiel Lounsbury

Traditonal Shipibo Conibo lyrics for healing in ceremony with jungle beats
Written: Vanessa Hunter and Alfredo Cairuna
Produced: Andy Downer
Natural sounds: Mark Jones
Choir: Imogen Wolf 

Nokonani shinama

✨ Born from the quiet pulse of the heart, “Entangled, Yet Two” is an original poem whispered by the enchanted soul, woven with AI music that vibrates through every cell.

It is a celebration of joy, wonder, and divine play —  a whimsical journey between bliss and abyss, between two hearts that beat as one.

Let it drift through you like a soft breeze from another world — a reminder that even in our separateness, we are endlessly intertwined in love and life.


💛 ENTANGLED, YET TWO 💛
(original poem)

Let us be twins -
pulsing on one heartbeat.
Entangled,
yet two.  

Let us speak
what the Soul
is whispering.
Honesty should rule
the mercurial tongue.

Let no pride, judgements,
shades of power
or illusions
stain our
hearts and minds.

Let us walk together
the risky paths -
from bliss 
into abyss.
And back 
to the summit.

Let us laugh at hardships,
feast on joy,
get drunk on sheer delight.

No fears 
can quench
our thirst for life -
no guilt,
no past.

And let us play,
play, play, play -
all day long,
never falling back
into gloom or heaviness.

You call this
a fairy tale?
I call it 
a prototype -
a new human,
living on
a New Earth
called Eden.

A
S


romantic | dreamy | soulful | heart | love | experimental | whimsical | twin flames | soul mates | divine love | groovy



Entangled, Yet Two - 💛 duet male/female

Temple of the Beloved

I wore perfection like armor and lace,
Hiding my heart in a porcelain face.
But the mirror whispered, “Child, look again —
You are the flame, not the frame you defend.”

I undress the fear, I unveil the light,
Every breath a kiss of night.
And the mirror whispered, “Let it be —
The goddess you seek is the one you see.”

(Chorus)
I am the temple of the Beloved,
Gold and shadow intertwined.
Every curve, every sigh —
A prayer where heaven and earth align.
No more shame, no more disguise —
Love is looking through my eyes.
In this skin, the Goddess wakes,
In these eyes, the ocean aches.

The mirror melts, the image fades,
Only silence softly sways.
No reflection can ever contain
The soul that’s calling out my name.

(Chorus)
I am the temple of the Beloved,
Flesh and spirit, flame and tide.
In each breath, the world is born —
Sacred, naked, unadorned.

No more chasing, no more disguise,
I am the dawn in my own eyes.
Every reflection, pure and bright —
I am darkness turned to light.

Touch the fire, taste the rain,
Let the holy fill the vein.
Beauty’s not a thing to own —
It’s the rhythm of the Unknown.

(Chorus)
I am the temple of the Beloved,
Where the soul and body meet.
Every heartbeat sings Her name —
Shakti rising at my feet.
No reflection left to claim —
I am love, and love remains.
I am love, and love remains.
I am love, and love remains.
love remains 
love remains
love remains
All is love. It always was and always will be.
Love
Love
Love





Temple of the Beloved

💫 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

The Wine Between Our Hearts

(A Tantric Song of Joy and Surrender)

[Shakti:]
Beloved,
you hide behind my breath—
each inhale finds you laughing in my ribs,
each sigh spills into your silence.

[Shiva:]
Wild flame,
you are my prayer made flesh—
your laughter burns the temple walls
and turns the ashes into stars.

[Shakti:]
I dance,
and your stillness watches me
like the moon watches her own reflection
trembling on the river’s skin.

[Shiva:]
Your eyes—two suns,
melting the ice in my spine,
teaching the stone of my being
to bloom.

[Shakti]:
I am not a woman,
I am your longing in motion,
your pulse remembering how to play.
Every petal that opens in me
is a doorway back to You.

[Shiva]:
Then open, beloved—
for I am the sky aching
to be filled with your thunder.
Let joy be our master.
Let ecstasy write our names in gold.

[Together:]
We are not two—
but one breath
dancing itself awake.
Love—
the holy laughter
of the universe remembering
its own reflection.

The Wine Between Our Hearts

💫 Chiron Without Wound 💫 
An original poem whispered by the enchanted soul, reborn as a Celtic ballad woven with epic orchestration.
Inspired by a dream and a forgotten village that feels like a portal between worlds, this piece blends ancient echoes with modern alchemy.

It carries you beyond time, into the realm where the weary gray horse sheds its burden and becomes Pegasus — where the soul rediscovers its light and remembers the path to the Heavens.

A soundscape of awakening and transcendence, where myth and memory merge into one eternal breath.

Close your eyes, listen deeply —
and let the whisper lead you home.

CHIRON WITHOUT WOUNDS
(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

celtic ballad | cinematic soundscapes | transcendence | soul journey | CHiron | spiritual awakening | original poem | spoken word | mystery | epic ballad | epic orchestration | dramatic performance | deep male voice

Chiron Without Wound - celtic ballad

This is a mantra for the Divine Mother embodied so fully in Amma- Sri Mata Amritanandamayi Devi. The first time I went to see Amma I was a bit weary of gurus.  When I came within 50 meters of her I started crying uncontrollably, taken over completely by her forcefield of LOVE.  I had never been around a being so pure.  

Although I have not spent much time in her physical presence, I feel she is always with me.  Sometimes she comes to me and gives me transmissions.  One of the most powerful ones was when she came to show me how to draw upon the endless wellspring of shakti while I was on the dance floor at Beloved festival.  Once again, I was crying uncontrollably and my entire body was vibrating, shaking...it felt as if I had just been struck by lightening! 

She shows us how to live a life of service and that it is possible to give that powerful transmission of the presence of the divine mother to everyone we come into contact with simply by drawing upon the endless wellspring of shakti... Filling our cups until they are overflowing and can effortlessly take care of everything we need to in our lives. 

I pray to be as generous as Amma with my love!  Thank you Amma for being such an inspiration, a true guru, I am forever grateful! 

Hey Amma hey Annapurna Hey Amma hey
Amma Amma Taye
Akhilandeshvari niye
Anna purneshvari Taye
O-o-o-o Adi Parashakti Niye

My rough translation of this mantra is - calling upon the Divine Mother in all of her fullness, Goddess of the Universe, who nourishes us with the primal creative force of the universe!

Amma Taye

The Great Cosmic Lotus Of My Soul Kestenbetsa

Nick Barber-Vedra

To Dare To Feel (Cosmic Phone Call With  Sarah Warnaar)

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.

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