I hear your call (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics)

I hear your call (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics)
30 March 2026
Courtesy freepik.com


[Verse]
Slowly clouds gathered in nest
white pieces of tenderness
A balm in the sky in streaks
soft infinite the heart seeks

[Verse]
An extension of soul lace
the moon pale looked on my face
Its tidal yearnings in check
mate to sleeping sun on deck

[Verse]
It gazed on from its castle
prison for weak mind’s jostle
Light’s fragrance danced on soil
twixt myrrh and argan oil

[Chorus]
Crimson streaks across the sky
made the embers bright to eye
The fires raged through my ache
I hear your call as I wake

[Verse]
In hushed awe I watched you bleed
bathed Earth on the incense feed
Wisps of night fell slowly stark
your luscious hair sprouted dark

[Verse]
Dead trees from veins slowly fall
as desert gloom covered all
yet the grass grew in silence
green radiant defiance

[Verse]
Enthralled I watched in white light
wings weaving a starlit flight
Body dancing in bright tunes
you stood apart seven moons

[Chorus]
Crimson streaks across the sky
made the embers bright to eye
The fires raged through my ache
I hear your call as I wake

[Verse]
Engulfed within darkness plight
yet emerging to the light
up flickered a firefly
between two worlds eye to eye

[Verse]
Earth stood within its two minds
wind listened hard, on it grinds
flickering recognition
breathless anticipation

[Verse]
Slow it shook its mighty frames
to your iridescent flames
As souls’ fire spread on strong
your voice lit with fervent song

[Chorus]
Crimson streaks across the sky
made the embers bright to eye
The fires raged through my ache
I hear your call as I wake

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On the tribulations of being bipolar

On the tribulations of being bipolar
13 January 2026
Courtesy freepik.com


I was diagnosed bipolar during my first episode that occurred beyond my forties after a prolonged period of stress where I had to juggle many difficulties within a high stress environment. After my initial diagnosis, I was told two things that bore significance for me: 1 – People are usually diagnosed as bipolar during their childhood, adolescence or early adulthood as a bipolar episode would have happened by then and 2 – The condition is called generally bipolar without distinction while technically, some people are not bipolar but rather unipolar when the depression component lacks in their mood. In my case, the diagnosis was bipolar even though no depression cycle was ever observed by others nor experienced by me. Together with the fact that I had suffered no previous episode before, this led me to believe that perhaps I was wrongly diagnosed but a request for a new diagnosis was not carried out.

Growing up, I had learnt to cover up my autism (a condition that was later identified but initially overlooked) by assimilating external patterns to cover my social inadequacy such as my incapacity to pick up social cues that everyone seemed to be well aware of. At the same time, I had always felt acutely the changes in atmosphere and had a greater ability to sense when people were lying. I had succeeded in fully masking my autism but for some small events where onlookers witnessed OCD-like behaviour together with a heightened desire to have a succession of habits that comforted me and allowed me to function quasi normally within my family or the broader society. With the bipolar element though, it was difficult to just cover up its effects that went beyond mere social inadequacy. I suffered a repeated bipolar episode when I was subjected to another stressful environment and emerging out of it felt like a victory although it felt like I had to reinvent myself all over again under watchful though uncaring eyes.

At my initial bipolar episode, I had little to no support whether socially or professionally and later on, it became obvious that being ill meant you did not survive as nobody around cared so I gritted my teeth and with the help of meditation, relaxation techniques and my energy healing techniques that I had acquired, I carved out a life that would not collapse at the advent of another bipolar episode. I also made sure I continued my medication even when I felt absolutely fine and even through all my sessions of meditation and energy healings. I wanted to ensure I kept the bipolar episodes at bay because, ultimately, if I let go, it would be the end of any normal social or professional life.

After my second bipolar episode - also stress-induced - I realised that not only do most people not care about people with varying mental disabilities, but they also are somehow either afraid of them or consider them to be childlike and thus incapable of restraint. Therefore, their response when meeting someone bipolar, for example, is to either reject them, be wary and refuse to engage with them normally or try to monitor and micro-manage them, whether in a social or professional context. Despite the various sessions organised by institutions to increase awareness about such medical conditions, the tendency to avoid, belittle, smother or exclude continues both in social and professional environments. This makes it harder for people with non-visible disabilities like us bipolars to thrive within these environments as we are already carrying on a battle within ourselves between the need to perform within our social and professional environments and the effects the ostracism of others has upon us.

Nobody sees or knows of this daily battle because it is cloaked within us as we continue to hide from those who still do not know about our condition, hoping that this would lead to a better social and professional outcome. The most awful thing that can happen for someone like us who has such a condition and does not want others to know for fear of reprisal or ostracism, is when the information is leaked despite our best efforts. This happened to me as my condition was leaked to other colleagues, making my interaction with some of them stilted or just leading to ostracism and/or simple rejection. Some started observing me, trying to pick up on every little oddity that I may express so as to speak about this with others. Partnerships caved in, relationships became tense where they once were normal. Others tried to orient me towards what they thought I should do about my condition and some kept trying to monitor me believing that I should be reduced to the level of a child and could not manage my own condition despite the fact I was working with health professionals on a regular basis and was successfully managing my condition.

I kept this within me for a number of years, still keeping my condition under wraps as much as possible, considering the situation I was in. Lately, however, I decided that I should not need to cover up my condition. The fact that institutions and especially managers within those institutions may not be ready to harbour within them an individual with a condition they do not understand should not stop us from owning what we are. Most of us are resilient and have carved a good life for ourselves despite being bipolar or having another non-visible mental condition. There is also linked to the bipolar condition a great potential for tremendous creativity and productivity, especially for those of us who are unipolar as we don’t sink into depression after the phase where we are experiencing a high. I have also talked to other bipolar individuals and we seem to share one interesting fact which is that during our “high phase”, we have no limitations as everything seems possible so we can solve a lot of problems creatively and while others think out of the box to solve/create/innovate, we just think and see no box thereby applying our mind in infinite ways. This might account for my earlier ability to achieve good grades in school and University without the need for assiduity in my studies and could also account for my good results in chess competitions in the past, before I decided to stop competition in order to concentrate on my family life.

When I look at my own experience and that of others whom I have talked to, I believe society has still got a lot to do to catch up on how individuals with hidden disabilities, more specifically mental conditions, should be treated. This would need the schooling system to generate more awareness and empathy for such conditions and for professional institutions as well as faith based entities to promulgate more favourable conditions for people like us, whether bipolar, autistic, or suffering from another mental condition. Raising awareness is definitely a good step in the right direction but beyond the awareness of the condition, institutions need to be aware, themselves, of the negative biases their employees harbour against people with mental conditions and make sure that there are adequate measures to pick this up and put an end to it. It is not enough to explain how such individuals should be treated, including with fairness and openness/inclusion, there should be a measure of how a particular individual may be subject to unfairness and lack of inclusion. Managers should receive appropriate training if it is found that they have individuals with certain mental conditions within their team. In a world where people who are bipolar like us struggle to perform, where we feel that it is more a jungle than a safe space to grow in, we need the institutions we work for to recognise our contribution and keep us safe from those who increasingly attempt to cut us off merely because they do not know how to interact with us or are afraid of us. The future can only be inclusive because it is by our diversity that we make the greatest progress, not by our uniformity.

Peter Gabriel - My body is a cage [Thony Hacket Thorn (Konto Video)]

The souls spared

The souls spared

4 April 2020

souls pinterest com 3 point 3
Courtesy pinterest.com

 

Smother not

The wilful intent

It breathes low

Remedies

For the dark venture to cease

The mind none to tease

 

Pursue Art

Within mighty heart

The power

To harness

Kingdoms beyond the darkness

Where brave stand duress

 

Look beyond

Written in the skies

The hearts paired

The souls spared

The breach a keen reminder

When the mind despaired

 

Reading of the poem:

The Lumineers – Sleep On The Floor (Official Video)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4pi1LxuDHc

The Woven Life 2 : Bubbles of liberty

The Woven Life 2 : Bubbles of liberty

19 March 2020

Courtesy Bojan Jevtic on Saatchi art

She wove conscientiously the points keeping in mind most of the time the greatest good of all. She knew that some of what she wove would not be witnessed in her time but in eons to come. Other parts of what she wove were for immediate results or results on the short or medium term. In the beginning it had been disappointing that the desires she had did not have an immediate resolution but she had learnt to accept this. She looked upon her task as a humanitarian one as she was weaving a better consciousness. She wondered how many out there were like her weaving a better series of connections into the collective consciousness.

 

Sometimes, her old shadows returned and she would need to stop the weaving during those days. That could mean no weaving for several days in a row. She always wondered whether her consciousness would still be connected so closely with the collective consciousness to affect it in a significant way or if these days of absence would have weakened the contact. Every time she had such doubts they were dispelled immediately when she returned to weave for the greatest good of all and saw the almost immediate results. She wondered how she could cope with her shadow selves to bring them out to the light and no longer have to sit in between all the time. This would allow her to keep weaving every day instead of having to make a pause.

 

One day she caught herself talking to one of her shadow selves that had strayed into the room. It was no longer lurking behind her as they always tended to do when they manifested, watching her, thinking she was unaware of their presence or pretending they thought that. She normally would only observe them and try to fill them with light but they would take cover, literally and refuse to be dissolved most of the time although she had been able to lighten a couple of them. Today however, she decided to talk to the one who had unwittingly strayed into the room.

 

  • Why do you need to provoke the advent of darkness, she said
  • Because that is what we are made of, she answered
  • But you are me and if you are me, you cannot be made of darkness for I am light
  • There is no light without darkness so therefore if you are light, we have to be darkness
  • Will you always exist? Is there no end to some of you?
  • Who knows? You have taken such liberty with the self that there is so much light. We have kept some to ourselves. It is our bubbles of liberty where we choose to express the colours grey and black. Are they not colours too? Why refuse them? Surely as an artist you should know that a palette must be complete? How would you paint the night without us? Or the ravens or the dark clouds if not for those colours?

 

She thought to herself that she must be right. She should perhaps leave them these bubbles of liberty.

 

Björk – jóga / State of Emergency

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loB0kmz_0MM

He moved with giant strides

He moved with giant strides

16 March 2020

Courtesy Bojan Jevtic on Klassik Magazine

 

He thought that love was a battle

One to put as task

The chains and tools that he’d rattle

In the cage she’d bask

 

Envigored by resolution

He moved with giant strides

Yet it was the wrong solution

Strong the soul she rides

 

She beckoned to him taught him peace

Of leaves that mind did rake

Offered soul and heart to appease

The lady of the lake

 

Reading of the poem:

Agnes Obel – The Curse (Berlin Live Session)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1wgaFJ0750

The slow mist covered soft

The slow mist covered soft

10 March 2020

Courtesy Bojan Jevtic

 

The chest gathered arrows

A sacrifice thrown at its feet

Of the archer it shows

Upturned splendor of his defeat

 

Mind to heart made appeal

No prison for want of warden

A kiss of love to seal

A pact made in yonder garden

 

The slow mist covered soft

Flowers in the garden blooming

The heart yet kept aloft

Silken threads to the mind grooming

 

Reading of the poem:

B-Tribe – Agua azul

B-Tribe – Spiritual Spiritual

B – TRIBE – Suave Suave

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcqcg5BRwBQ

The invisible thread

The invisible thread

9 March 2020

Courtesy twinflamereflections.com

 

She smiled at him. He was getting more interesting by the day. She always knew that her interest in men was more of the sapiosexual kind but had not realized until this day how much this was true. It was not that he was not handsome, far from that. In fact, she would classify him quite high on the handsome scale although his features might not be the classical handsome face. Yet it was not that which attracted her. What appealed to her most was the fact that he knew so much about a variety of matters and spoke like her several languages, some of which she did not speak herself.

 

He sensed her keener interest and was visibly flattered. He moved closer to her and she nudged towards him, her left flank now touching his right flank. She could feel the heat seep towards her from under his shirt. She felt all warm and cosy and it gave her a fuzzy feeling. He looked intently at her. Her eyes shone with that particular sheen which had captivated him right from the start. Unlike his green and gold speckled eyes, her eyes bore a dark liquid intensity that he had rarely seen in the eyes of the girls he had flirted with before.

 

This one was going to be trouble for his heart if she did not respond to his wishes in the way he wanted. He knew she wanted and celebrated her freedom. Would they be able to keep this feeling despite the both of them being so fiercely independent, he wondered? Yet he knew that every time he was away from her it was like something within him was missing. He simply had to come back to her or her to him, he was not sure which one of them wandered back to the other. Like drunken sailors they seemed to rift apart and then stumble into each other again.

 

It was as if an invisible thread with a spring-like quality was holding them and brought them back to each other when they wandered away too far. He had heard a saying once that people who were meant to meet were tied by an invisible thread. If the saying was true, then he and she were apparently glued together with several servings of invisible thread. He smiled to himself. He liked the idea of being strung up as long as it was with her…

 

Love – B-Tribe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xp5pwKPQ-X0

The wolf played act so meek

The wolf played act so meek

8 March 2020

Courtesy Jason Mowry

 

Ripples in his tides had gathered

The wolf played act so meek

Spotting golden fleece in the herd

Approached it tongue in cheek

 

The darkness bore it through the eye

The prey that he did seek

He turned to glower at the sky

Saw clouds upon them bleak

 

Then burdened by this new defeat

He gazed upon it slight

Turned the slate to become new sheet

Softly renounced the might

 

Reading of the poem:

Harrison Storm – Feeling You (Official Video)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYI6oJ1Y7hU

Rustling reeds

Rustling reeds

26 February 2020

Courtesy Ilona Veresk on Deviantart.com

 

Twirling knots

Renewing my hair

In between

Here and there

Pieces and strands flying high

Shadows in the sky

 

Lustre lost

My skin flakes so pale

Gathered soft

On my knees

Yesterday a place to tease

Dying memories

 

Rustling reeds

Escaping fingers

Paper boats

Lining up

Dropping tea stains from my cup

I hear the silence

 

Reading of the poem:

Ólafur Arnalds – Not Alone

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IBUYLedYods

Missing steps

Missing steps

18 February 2020

Courtesy Freerangestock.com

 

Wandering

The mind follows bends

Of pathways

Yesterday

A walk in Netherland stride

Reckoning of wild

 

Wavering

Consciousness between

Allowed hues

Disowned blues

A patchwork of dreams

Uncovering streams

 

Plundering

In waves comes the greed

From the depths

Missing steps

The soul recovering sheen

Of forgotten spleen

 

Reading of the poem:

Over The Ocean – I Will Be Silent

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWWrY7fO3S4