Melting gold – Noir Blues, Cinematic, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 14 July 2026
Image credit: Federico Bebber and George Redhawk
## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed my original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for a song generated using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
Melting Gold is a meditation on transformation through fire, love and remembrance. The poem journeys beyond the illusion of mortality towards a consciousness that is continually renewed. It celebrates the resilience of the soul, reminding us that even our deepest wounds can become the crucible from which compassion, hope and enduring light emerge, leaving seeds of renewal for those who follow.
I composed A song of perhaps You and I Eternal A pair of hummingbirds free Flight in the night’s sky
[Verse] I composed a song of perhaps You and I, eternal, no traps A pair of hummingbirds free sigh shimmering flight in the night’s sky
[Verse] Decomposed flesh flung back at me bitter truth of this realm to flee The vanishing sweet corpses face Earth-bound fall, locked in death’s embrace
[Verse] Illusion of mortality sank my heart then I heard so free the voices singing the song sweet They sang beyond Time, on repeat
[Verse] Fading chant infused with the Love survived flesh burnt afresh through shrove Cinders of memories that flew back into known motion anew
[Chorus] Liquid frame, it rises from meld of the fires from pain withheld Melting gold into cracks of rains Eternal sunshine in my veins
[Verse] Emotion fanned by raging flames Rising phoenix sings to acclaims Rekindled bright red the soul’s spark If you hear not song, then do hark
[Verse] You and I rotating dust specks Settled in, deep within gold flecks where the bare core burgeoned again into soft petals grown in glen
[Verse] Purple bloom on tree of whispers Endless hum intoned by lispers Deep in nooks of the heart that stores Carefree melodies fill our cores
[Verse] Ethereal, we rise through the airs Whiff of scent, heart unbent that shares pollinized sparkles of sun scape forming of our souls the true shape
[Chorus] Liquid frame, it rises from meld of the fires from pain withheld Melting gold into cracks of rains Eternal sunshine in my veins
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Noir Blues version Noir Blues, smoky late-night atmosphere, slow tempo, brushed drums, sparse electric guitar, weary female vocals, melancholic blues Melting gold – Noir Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🎬 Cinematic version Cinematic ambient with haunting female vocals, reverbed piano, plaintive cello, slow emotional build-up and immersive atmospheric soundscapes Melting gold – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth Melting gold – Trip-Hop Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Noir Blues, Cinematic and Trip-Hop influences.
Infinity's Time – Noir Blues, Cinematic, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 24 June 2026
Image credit: Magnific.com
## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed my original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for a song generated using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
A dreamtime journey through memory, spacetime and transformation while preserving one’s moral values/ethics. Between lost sailors, shifting worlds and infinite patterns, the poem explores the possibility that consciousness is not merely an observer of reality, but an active participant in its unfolding.
Blue waters Encircling the port Carry weight Of stories Lost sailors buried under Pirates that plunder
[Verse] Blue waters encircling the port Carry weight of stories restored The lost sailors buried under dark wrecks of pirates that plunder
[Verse] They wage wars the heavens deny Our wage peace in hearts that comply Our daily toil rewarded Light kindred, twenty-three hundred
[Verse] The clock marks the eleventh hour joining pulsations of power Mutations process with the quakes Infinity code, the skin breaks
[Verse] In dark playgrounds where we rewind ghostly tales seek my spinning mind Winged creatures birth from my bosom Birds becoming whales, blue, fulsome
[Chorus] Gathered crowd, crisscross of patterns Eight rivers stretching, raised lanterns crossing at the peak of low Tides Infinity’s Time slow divides
[Verse] Shards of memory retrieving pieces retreating, bereaving Hammered Truth in minds agonised In frames hung on nails weaponised
[Verse] We design Spacetime’s cavities Weak promise, forget parities Strong keep promises never made will in the intent never swayed
[Verse] We find ease in lives lived unbent The regret a shadow half spent The meek speak while the proud bellow To each kind of speech own fellow
[Chorus] Gathered crowd, crisscross of patterns Eight rivers stretching, raised lanterns crossing at the peak of low Tides Infinity’s Time slow divides
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Noir Blues version Noir Blues, smoky late-night atmosphere, slow tempo, brushed drums, sparse electric guitar, weary female vocals, melancholic blues Infinity’s Time – Noir Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🎸 Cinematic version Cinematic ambient with haunting female vocals, reverbed piano, plaintive cello, slow emotional build-up and immersive atmospheric soundscapes Infinity’s Time – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth Infinity’s Time – Trip-Hop Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Noir Blues, Cinematic and Trip-Hop influences.
In trailing backwards – Cinematic, Dark Folk, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 21 June 2026
Image credit: Magnific.com
## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed my original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for a song generated using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
Born from a dream of geological collapse and rising oceans, "In Trailing Backwards" follows a journey through submerged worlds, hidden truths and strange evolutions where survival demands transformation. Part vision, part prophecy and part dream journal, this piece explores the cyclical nature of time, consciousness and becoming.
She calls me The dark blue Mother Her voice soft Piercing Time The inflexions in the rhyme Depicting morrows
[Verse] She calls me, the dark blue Mother Depicting morrows to smother Her voice so soft keeps piercing Time pointing to inflexions in rhyme
[Verse] The false lords, they carry baskets Weight of grapes, slowing necks’ faucets Craning into swirling voids stored where the twirling Time stills no more
[Verse] He said it slowly, undeterred by the chattering of the herd scattering in pain slow to leak Silent watch as it unfolds bleak
[Verse] They pay high, sins of the father Price in veins that flow grey lather Squandering remains of day dreads when teetering crowns mistook heads
[Chorus] We will fly when the waters wane into skies where twin suns slow strain, beckon to purple landscapes sealed In trailing backwards, truth revealed
[Verse] The waters, they surge above bridge crashing on the outer dams’ ridge The rims fade into crumbling sands of Humanity’s peaks’ wetlands
[Verse] Slaves hurry to their sunken graves for undone evils their mouth craves Their feet so sore from the walking their inane dark mouths still talking
[Verse] Three by three, they pair uneven Their tales dead like roadkill leaden As the blue-green graveyards thunder sealing them forever under
[Verse] Ingrained roots of loving solace They bring to us Salvation’s grace stored in the bubbles that we share The grown gills opening to air
[Chorus] We will fly when the waters wane into skies where twin suns slow strain, beckon to purple landscapes sealed In trailing backwards, truth revealed
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. In trailing backwards – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌾 Dark Folk version A folk interpretation of the song, focusing on acoustic textures and a more intimate sound that highlights the lyrical and emotional core with a touch of dark. In trailing backwards – Dark Folk Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth In trailing backwards – Trip-Hop Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Cinematic, Dark Folk and Trip-Hop influences.
The Frost Chronicles 4: The secret world of the marid part 2
12 January -8 February 2020
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She stared at the Marid who despite being right in front of her now still seemed like a towering giant. She wondered if her ears failed her as she could not believe what she had just heard. Did he really say daughter? She looked up at the cloud surrounding the haze which was his face.
You profess to be my father, she said in a voice that surprised her by its steadiness despite how shaken she was feeling.
I do not profess to be. I am, answered the marid.
I have a father of my own whom I have known since my childhood
I do not wish to remove his trace from your memory but he is not entirely your father
What do you mean not entirely your father?
It is something that your kind finds difficult to fathom. You see, your mother was married to your part-father but her heart had been promised to me within dream. She was my chosen one. When your moment of conception had come, I was within your part father and together we created you with your mother’s egg, your father’s sperm and my spark. What your kind never realizes is that the spark is stronger than the rest. Those of you created part marid can never deny your kind even if your part-parents may do so. You bear like us the gift of the sight beyond time, beyond matter.
She felt several protests and questions rising to her lips but she decided not to voice any of them. Somehow, somewhere inside her, the truth of what he was saying was dawning upon her. She had always known her father was not exactly her father and there was something different between her and her siblings. At every difficult moment she had gone through in her life, there had always been some sort of magically prepared way for her to be out of the quagmire she was in. She always knew it was no coincidence but she had a hard time realizing that it was her father from his unseen realm pulling the strings of fate in her favour.
Why do I not live within your world? she said after realizing that the marid was somehow reading her thoughts.
The djinn are not very welcoming to half djinns, he said. They fear them as they believe that humans are out to exterminate them. They do not realise that we can live in peace alongside each other as long as none fears the others.
You mentioned that half breeds like me bear the gift of the sight beyond time and matter. Do you mean I can predict the future as well as see what could have been changed in the past to avoid a certain future
Yes but it is a gift to use wisely and not to change things that would then make the future balloon out of control.
Why is it that I cannot see my own fate and future then?
That is because you are not transcending your own future. You have a sense of what is oncoming because of the deeply developed six sense that you have owing to the part marid nature of your DNA. You have, however, chosen to occult it owing to your fear of seeing beyond the creation of yourself. Indeed, if you were to see your future and given your current fears, it would be like an addiction where you would want to see beyond that future which represents your death and you would pass a kaleidoscope of images and sensations that would pertain to all the lives you’ve traversed until your reaching this birth. Given that all part marids are also powerful empaths, you would be condemning yourself to a great amount of torture just by passing through any of those kaleidoscopic lives you traverse if there had been any addiction or brutality within those lives.
I have a feeling I have done this on more than one occasion and I almost lost my sanity. I guess I should work more on the element of transcendence. I always thought that transcendence was the ability to reach stillness and start seeing everything from the point of the inner observer, thereby being out of time and out of matter.
It is that on a certain level. If you are, however, laden with fears that you have not confronted such as traumatic events in the past, then you never reach the proper level of transcendence. You only are at the fear based level and your attachment to your bodily presence enslaves you to see just one version of the truth instead of seeing it in its entirety.
How do I attain transcendence then?
Face your fears first, both known and unknown. Once you have done so, call upon me and I will let you know the true way of transcendence.
She nodded and he disappeared instantly. Inside she could feel welling up a thousand years of knowledge accumulated within past and future lives entering her mind. She could create items and sell them for a reasonable price using all the knowledge accumulated within her. If she created enough items from future thought that should pay a heavy reward and it should be an easy thing to do as she knew how to look into both the past and the present. She did not need the first marid’s help anymore. She vowed, however, to get to know more of the marid world as it was partially her world too and could help her belong to something finally.
Chapter Six: Transcendence or the path to the Creation of the Essence
18-19 November 2015
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Rita sat to write again the words that flowed from the music just as I had told her to do so. I watched her through the looking glass as she sometimes got irritated with some of the words that meant nothing really to her. We knew she was a creature of Love so we always gave her the messages through imagery and music of Love and she picked up well the flow but did not necessarily understand what she was doing.
I look at you as you watch her too, wondering why we had not thought of sending the messages directly before. You glance back at me and whisper in my essence “You know that can never be done in the beginning. It has to be a dialog so that they can fit in comfortably in the beginning and then we just need to send additional prompts once they are mature. If we were to send isolated prompts right from the start they would just remain puzzled like with the number prompts we send”
“True” I acknowledge. I peer into what she is writing through her mind and am quite pleased at how she is getting used to the meaning albeit without fully figuring it out.
“In Time we will give her additional prompts and codes” you say as you warp into my essence. Let us go back to Source now, we can’t keep a watch over her all the Time.
“She is getting weary though when we orb with her in dreamtime” I say a bit worried. “I wonder whether she will get used to this constant change in Time that we need to submit her to so that her mind and heart open up more” I say out loud looking back at you.
Rita pauses in her writing and looks up with the distinct impression of someone staring at her. She calls out softly : Kayla, is that you? Do you want to see what I have written?
I move further from the looking glass and from you motioning you to remain silent and simply watch her as she gazes right through the looking glass seemingly at us. She smiles and waves and I stare back at you puzzle. “She can’t possibly see us” you say reassuringly but we both know that she somehow feels our presence on the other side.
Rita sits back at her rocking chair and proceeds to put the laptop again on her knees. Fine, she says, if you don’t want to talk to me, I will talk alone and you can answer me if you wish. She puts the words in the order that is flowing through her mind as she listens to the music and then publishes the resulting poem.
Circular dance in energy flow
19 November 2015
Orb essence of tides under lightbeams
Where blue meets the red split the square in sun’s radius
Crescent moon’s diffraction cracks’ halo
Still waters’ doorway to realities alternate
Fuse blue-red core in liquid portal
Parallel pivots a doorway to heartpath core split
Flow body through thin entrance’s seams
Knead essence liquid breath cross of levels five minus
Liquify shadows flames in the glow
Athena’s crescent moon in between worlds low vibrate
Waterfall in black queen’s hood regal
Liquid portal’s tight rope walk in condensed lightning lit
My hologram’s music here in dreams
Backward waters cut out Red on Blue, twin arcs rebus
Heartbeat frequency make rhythmic slow
Matter’s shape collapse in red expansion core dilate
Core in lightning’s backward loop’s fractal
Blue contraction coils gaseous substance emit
Breath essence loop in portals by teams
Axis magnet, Blue meets the red, metamorphosis
Circular dance in energy flow
Then rid the heart path core of low frequencies of hate
Spin through the portals twin parallel
Rotation of core seed through the molecular kit
Rita always wondered how the images just came up to her when she needed them. It was true that she used google to find images that would be suitable but still, how did those magical keywords then take her straight to those images that made her heart beat faster and assured her they were the perfect images that would go with the poem she had written? Rita sighed and stretched back in her chair. She was exhausted again and this Time she had slept off quite early so she did not understand how she had become this tired. She must ask Kayla she thought why so much Time was missing every instance that she felt this tired. She remembered going to the balcony but did not remember how she had got back to her bed and why it was that every bone in her body felt like it had been mishandled.
I perceive her thoughts and look at you questioningly. “Perhaps we ought to tell her more” you say quietly before warping into me again so we may reach her.
Rita almost drops the laptop from her knees, jumping with a start when we materialise next to her. Kayla, Kalen, she says surprised to see us fully materialised in front of her. What brings you here now? I thought you did not want to talk to me, she adds.
“We thought you deserved some answers” you say looking at her with a smile
Oh that definitely, Rita says smiling back
“I know you have been feeling weary lately” I say
Yes, there are also parts of the Time when we get together that just seem to disappear, Rita says. Besides, I really don’t understand why I am so tired even when I sleep early, she adds.
“Well” I say “we take you with us during dreamtime to show you more of the alternate reality we have set up and also how we go about transcending the matter. Of course we don’t have any real dense matter left where we are so we have to place you within a shield when we take you with us or you would lose all the dense matter that is within you and not be able to come back here” I add
What do you mean you take me with you within a shield in dreamtime, Rita says looking at us blankly
“We put you in a preserving cocoon and orb away with you like we orb ourselves from one place to another as you have seen us do” you say. “The only difference is that you do not transform like we do but we carry you along preserved and the resulting compression and expansion as we move through the portals is what leaves you exhausted as you feel the effect even though you are not fully subject to the forces. We only do this rarely though as it requires a lot of energy to transport you with us and we also create ripples in Time when we do so. We’ve had a long talk with Mother about this and she said it was necessary in order for you to expand properly so we thought we could spare the extra energy it cost us. We took some of it from the energy we stored when Martin and you were together anyway” you add jokingly.
Rita is still looking at us blankly and does not seem to get what we are telling her. You mean you are like aliens who abduct human beings and take them to other places and then these human beings come back talking about horrible experiments that they have been subjected to? she questions
“Don’t be silly Rita” I tell her firmly. “Were you ever subjected to any torture from us? Besides remember that we are no aliens. We are you and you are us, we just don’t happen to share the same Time and density of matter” I add
What do I know about what you do to me, Rita says slowly, a sense of doubt and mistrust clouding her face before it clears again. She knows intuitively that they have done nothing of the sort and knows Kayla enough to be certain that she would never torture her. Wait a minute, Rita says. If you are taking me with you, how come nobody around has aged when we come back? I had read and even seen movies where the person comes back to find that everyone they knew has become old or died in the meantime…
“You are being silly again Rita” you cut in. “We have mastered Time and can move in and out of a given moment with the precision of more than a nanosecond. There is no chance that anything would have been altered in the meantime. You are not moving in Time with us with Time actually flowing. We orb through zero Time in space until the point of our journey and orb back in zero time mainly using the portals that take us through Time’s fractals”
Rita starts laughing nervously when you say that. Speaking of fractals I can tell you I feel every bone in my body fractured in a million pieces, she says before adding and I am not sure that you have nothing to do with that.
“Well sometimes the journey is longer and your body suffers the various compressions and expansions as I said before. In fact, you often keep the trace of those shifts within your matter which is why some days you wake up with your body totally swollen and other days your body has got rid of its excess liquid again. As you must have understood by now with all the prompts we sent you, the portals are liquid and we use the fact that a large part of you is already water and only a small part needs preserving in the cocoon” I explain.
Well if you can orb me around and compress and expand me as you please, why don’t you give me a nice slim body to begin with and then do with it as you please during the journeys, Rita says half joking half-serious. In fact for that matter, you can also knock a few years off my face and body and that would not be a pity, she adds with an impish grin.
“Have you not noticed how your face keeps morphing? We even had you take many pictures after the first times that we were experiencing orbing with you back in 2010 and 2011 so that you would be able to track the changes within your organism. This actually serves as a reference for our future trials with others. Every Time we had some setbacks in our trajectory because of your shield that did not allow us to orb straight through the portals you had somewhat aged so we had to remove some of your age and we did not always get it right in the beginning. Besides, we also had to add or remove some of your dense matter – what you call fat tissues – and that was also somewhat approximate in the beginning as we had lost the agility in dealing with the dense matter that we no longer were used to” I tell Rita
“We’ve got it right now” you cut in smilingly “you must have noticed that you tend to always more or less look the same apart from some exceptions where you have been in overdrive and we cannot put you back together properly” you add
This whole thing sounds totally whacky, Rita says pensively. How do I know that I am not just simply as mad as a hatter and that I am dreaming all of this as well as literally imagining the both of you and Mother visiting me and telling me all of this. How can I know with certainty I am not imagining the flow of words that reach me and that it is not mere fantasy that dictates them to me? she adds looking at us with a rebellious glint in her eye.
You laugh and pull her towards us and we embrace her allowing our warmth to perfuse her body and still her beating heart. When she is pacified we slowly release her and she stands straight again looking at us with dreamy eyes.
I don’t understand most of the words or at least let us say that I don’t understand what it really means and I sometimes feel so useless piecing them together with the impression that this will be worth nothing and will never help anyone at all, Rita says her voice slightly shaking
“Don’t you worry” I say “Aside from the other archetypes that are also prompted and recognise the messages, there are also some people who will be able to decode properly what you have as output” I add smiling at her reassuringly.
But I don’t feel like anybody is actually using that input, Rita says. It all seems like an utter and full waste of your efforts and mine. Besides, I can’t keep doing this as not only I feel there is no ultimate real purpose in getting the information out there but I also earn absolutely nothing from doing this. I have to tend to my other responsibilities and ensure that I am getting proper income and this is taking out much of my Time that could be used in a more beneficial way, she adds a bit contrite.
“We have always provided for you and you have never lacked anything as you must have realised” you say looking at her intently. “Did you not realise that we have kept you maintained in this path so that you will evolve and despite your stubbornness in trying to go back to your old way of life we have kept reorienting you. The last time we did it was a bit brutal I admit but we had no choice as you were drifting back to a dark sleep where your awareness was fading away and we could not afford losing you after all the insight we had diffused within you over the years” you add slowly stroking her hair to calm her
I am sorry I am so full of doubt and rebellion but sometimes when I look around me I wonder if there is really anything worth saving in this world, Rita says feebly.
“Did we not show you what is worth saving?” I tell her softly
Yes you did Kayla, she says apologetically. I have to admit that every time I am feeling forlorn and drift away from this world to which I feel no kinship you offer me insights into its beauty and relevance for us all. Every time I walk in the garden and look around me I see your prompts, the birds in the skies flying in certain forms, the glimmer amongst the trees, the shades of flowers and the winding of their bloom, their beautiful fragrance, the glory of the sun as it warms my neck and the wonderful laughter of the children in the neighbourhood as they race past the house, she continues wistfully. I am grateful to you for when you whisper to my attention all these things as they allow me to brace myself and smile through another day, waiting for the Time when the music will flow and my fingers will pen that flow into something that someone, somewhere will understand and decode appropriately that we may all be saved and be able to finally go back home, she adds.
“Stay focused Rita. Do not lose hope. Mother has placed a lot of hope and faith in you. She has given you the wisdom of the owl and the heart of the lark. Use both in full balance and everything will be alright” I say before hugging her. “We have to go now” I tell her.
“Promise that you will keep doing what you are meant to do” you add, hugging her too.
I will, Rita says a bit tearfully. I need to get some energy now as I still feel depleted from the loss of Martin. Will you send me a prompt that will restore my energy?” she adds hopeful
“We are sending you new prompts that not only will restore your energy but will also give visual indications on that which is required to successfully collapse matter and cross the liquid portals” I tell her with a smile.
How will that be useful to anyone but myself, Rita cries out. I don’t understand what it says. I wish I had done Physics and chemistry as I initially felt inclined to instead of IT and economy as I finally chose, she blurts out.
“That is another story and is not really your fault. As we told you before, we have competitors who have come here but have remained enticed by the dense matter’s vanity enhancement and using this world as a means to entertain themselves amassing wealth in the meantime thanks to their knowledge of the portals and of Time’s loops. They often interfere with the ones we choose, trying to spin them out of balance and out of the chosen path. Sometimes they succeed but with those we protect, they are unable to affect fully. I will tell you more about that during another visit” I say. “We need to leave now as there are many things that need to be done and we are still not ubiquitous like Mother so need to actually leave you in order to tend to these other matters but we will be back soon, don’t you worry” you add
Rita watches us leave and as we leave, I throw some flowers on her path, leading her to the prompts that she hungrily latches on to, listening with bliss to the music as she fervently types away our encounter.
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“Oh, durga, divine mother, destroy my doubts, my fears and my longings, so I may be free to follow thee and find my destiny
Oh, Durga, divine mother, set me free of anger, hatred and belonging, so i can follow the path of my heart, in eternal surrender to thee, knowing I am thy child, resting in thy arms, knowing that thy are my mother, taking care of me in all circumstances
Oh, Durga, let me follow in thy footsteps, be brave as a warrior, fear no evil, be unwavering in my love and compassion, surrendering to the eternal ocean of bliss
Oh, Durga, lead me, not into temptation, but to thy heart, which is the nectar of the gods of immortality, teach me to be humble and brave, to become the one that I am
Durga, to your feet I bow down, and put my sorrows, my worries and all my distractions, so I can be really an instrument of thy power and compassion
Durga, mother of all, bestower of wisdom, may I drink from thy breasts, and rest in thy lap, knowing I am safe in all the world, asking for thy protection, nurtured like an infant, resting in her mother’s arms
Oh, durga, to you I set my heart, my courage, my love and my will
Take me as thy intrument, and use me to bring peace and the power of compassion into this world.
Oh, Durga, my heart is your heart. Take it as thine. And I am willingly your servant, lover, partner and pupil. I am yours. Thy bread and wine.”
Taruna – Om Shanti
Aum Shanti Shanti Shanti – Shiuli Subaya, Album Raa Maa
Durga Gayatri Mantra – Shiuli Subaya, Almbum Raa Maa
The process of your own creation could be a distorted one if you do not listen carefully to the rain and do not understand correctly the synchronicities
Sacrifice is in leaving the greater for the greatest knowing the tool is not the task.
Silence – Vargo
Porspero’s books – opening crédits
Talking to Satie – Alessandra Celletti
Venez venez haine implacable – Gluck
Bliss – A Quiet Conversation
Giovanni Marradi – Just for You
Alessandra Celletti – I Discend to You, You Ascend to Me
The Sacrifice – Michael Nyman
Shatter me – Lindsey Stirling
Rumi – One Whisper of the Beloved
Voices of Infinity – Yakuro
Rumi – Gently, gently open your eyes
Vargo – The moment
On the Wings of Love – Fusion of Rumi and Hafiz poetry
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