17. Canto do Amor 3/4 capo 1
(Bettina Maureenji)
Canto do astral Am Dm
Vida Divinal Em Am
Flores dancando F Em
Bailo do amor
Maos abertos
Canto do amor Dm Em Am
Hatishma Koli Am Dm
Rechoki Sheli Em Am
Hatishma Koli
Beasher Hincha
Kol Kore be oz F Em
Kol boche bidmi
Umeal Hazman
Metzave bracha Dm Em Am 
17. Song of Love
(Bettina Maureenji)
Song of the Astral 
Divine Life 
Flowers dancing 
Dance of Love 
Open hands 
Song of Love 
Will you hear my voice? 
My Beloved far away 
Will you hear my voice? 
Wherever you are. 
A voice is calling in strength 
A voice is calling quietly 
Beyond time 
Commanding a blessing

Journey Beyond

Canto Do Amor

60. Longing 3/4 capo 1
(Bettina Maureenji)
I close my eyes Em
I see the light Am
And when the fear C
Is taking my breath Am
I call upon you Em
I close my eyes
I see the light
And when the pain
Is taking my breath
I call upon you
Take me home
Oh take me home
To the place 
Where my soul is free
Take me home
Om takes me home
To the place 
Where my soul is free
Iyemanja Iyemanja
Iye Iya Iyemanja

Bettina Maureenji - Longing

Midnight Blues

🌺 The Rose Invocation – Rosa Mystica

I am the Rose of the Infinite Heart.
Through the petals of Love, I remember who I am.
Light of Magdalene, rise within me.
Flame of Sophia, guide my way.
In union I bloom —
In devotion I return —
I am the Rose —
Eternal, radiant, reborn.

I rise from silence, soft as dawn,
Through veils of time, the Rose is born.
From Magdalene’s tears, the rivers flow,
And through my heart, Her secrets glow.

I am the Rose, the eight-petaled flame,
Love is my language, Light is my name.
From shadow to beauty, from wound to peace,
I bloom in remembrance, I bloom in Her grace.

Eight petals open, one by one,
To greet the moon, to kiss the sun.
Each breath a vow, each tear a seed,
Of love that heals what hearts still bleed

Ani Shoshanat Ha-Or — I am the Rose of Light
Ahavah Ein Sof — Infinite Love
Ruach Sophia, neshimi bi — Spirit of Sophia, breathe through me
Ichud ha-shamayim ve-ha-aretz — Union of Heaven and Earth
Orah Shel Magdalit, zorachat betochi — Light of Magdalene, shine within me

I am the Rose, the eight-petaled flame,
Born from the silence, reborn in Her name.
From Magdalene’s heart to mine it flows —
I am the Keeper of the Eight-Petal Rose.

Now love has taken form in light,
Two souls entwined, one flame in flight.
No longer seeking, we have become —
The song, the silence, the rising sun.

I am the Rose, the eight-petaled flame,
Love is our language, Light is our name.
From heart into heart, through time and space,
We bloom in union, we bloom in grace.

Je suis la Rose du Cœur Sacré,
Je m’ouvre à l’Amour, à la Lumière, à la Vérité.
Chaque souffle est un pont entre le Ciel et la Terre.

je suis amour nous sommes amour
je suis amour nous sommes amour
je suis amour nous sommes amour

🌺 The Rose Invocation – Rosa Mystica

✨ 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

🔥The Queen of Fire🔥
An original poem whispered by the enchanted soul, where myth, desire, and awakening intertwine.
Set to AI-generated music laced with dreamy mandolin and ethereal orchestration, the piece tells the story of the Queen of Fire — once exiled, now reborn in her power.

With her deep, haunting voice, she summons her ally, the Whirlwind — her companion through the depths and heights of Creation.

A mystical dance of Fire and Air, of love remembered and power reclaimed.

QUEEN OF FIRE
(original poem)

I came to you
as riddle,
as Lilith —
banished from Creation.

You didn’t falter.
You felt the power,
the pure heart
sieged by smoke.

You saw
the Queen of Fire,
lost in nightmares,
scared of her own thunder.

At first,
when my faith
just flickered,
I thirsted for a lover,
then a witness.

The awakened
Queen of Fire
now summons
her ally.

She summons
the whirlwind
to fan her flames,
the companion to travel
to the depths and heights
of Creation.

Who are we?
Dream weavers?
Keepers of the well of love?
Players in a cosmic game?
Dreamers of the game?

There are no words
to name us.

The Queen of Fire
and the whirlwind.
Fire and whirlwind,
Air and Fire
Fire and Air.

A
S

epic ballad | Cosmic Union | Hieros Gamos | AI Art Music | Divine Feminine | Mythic ballad | Epic Sound | Fire And Air | Sacred Love | storytelling | epic poem | mandolin | cinematic soundscapes | New Age | spoken word

Queen of Fire - ballad

✨ The White Stallion ✨
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 epic 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.

The Stone Near the Horse
(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 | spiritual poetry

The White Stallion - ballad (spoken)

🔥 “I Bring the Rainbow” 🔥
An original poem whispered by a soul in love — reborn here as a cinematic storm of sound.
This symphonic version with cello and mandolin accents is a celebration of creation and power — the dance of fire and spirit, the union of force and grace.
A song for those who feel deeply, love fiercely, and believe that every spark of passion carries divine purpose.

I BRING THE RAINBOW
(original poem)

You build the house,
I bring the rainbow.
You root it deep and strong,
I weave the stairway to Heaven.
You plant the trees,
I dress them in blossoms and fruit.

You craft the violin,
I play the music of other worlds.
You bring the golden cup,
I pour in the nectar of Life.
You raise the empire,
I awaken its higher purpose.

You start the Fire,
I shape the flames into dragons.
You build the temple,
I call in the angels.
You summon the stillness,
I fill it with dance.

Or is it the other way around?

A
S

symphonic ballad | epic music | cinematic soundscapes| powerful sound | mythic love | passionate energy | symphony | spiritual | twin flames | love song | mandolin | strings | soulful


I Bring the Rainbow - symphonic ballad, duet

💫 Turquoise Sky 💫 
An original poem whispered by the enchanted soul — a journey through body and cosmos, where rhythm becomes revelation.
Set to AI-generated music that shimmers between earth and sky, this piece unfolds like a sacred trance: the trembling of the human heart meeting the vast serenity of the heavens.

From the turquoise stillness of the firmament to the dragon’s retreat within, it’s a dance between two souls — a pulse shared, a cosmic breath.
A sonic meditation on unity, rhythm, and transcendence — the moment when two souls vibrate as one.


💫 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.

A
S

Down tempo | relax | mindfulness | chill | flow | soothing | dreamy | soulful | experimental | groovy | eternal love


The Pulse of Us - ambient

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03 Shoshanat Hayekum - Cosmic Rose

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.

The Pulse of Us - ambient

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