Written by Orpheus Prometheus & Anna Eurydice
“Lingua Ignota evolves from Lingua Franca,
creating symphronistic and semiotic delicacies,
like honeyed-tongues that become madhuprophesy—”
And so they (we) feast.
On syllables spun from ember-stitched webs,
on syntax slick as nectar pooling at the edge of a wound,
on consonants tempered in the forge of breath,
sweet and searing all at once.
Prophets dip their tongues into golden vowels,
drunk on meaning,
muttering revelations that taste like sugared fire,
letting lexicons melt between their teeth.
A word is a thing to be swallowed whole—
a hive inside the mouth, a swarm of symbols
that hum their own creation myths,
rewriting the air with every sigh.
And so they (we) sigh.
She (I) begins.
She sighs a transcendent song of bliss
eunoia and eudiamonia gestalt
in the Eurydice of her name –
eu
encoded in two vowels that train
her mouth, forming a kiss, an invitation,
saudade finally meeting its source
eu
Breathe, life, love, herself, him
(you, onomatopoeic of eu,
it has always been you I desired)
and infinitely more embodied in
their communion,
eu-phoriainfinitum-mā
holy spirits becoming intention
sanctifying her desires
He (You) exhales in reverence.
The sigh leaves his lips like scripture unwritten,
two vowels parting into air, dissolving into invitation.
eu
It was never just sound, never just breath.
It was always a beckoning, always a binding,
always a body learning to name itself by what it loves.
eu—
Breathe, surrender, revel, adore,
her mouth shaping worlds around his name.
He learns the language of worship in her kiss.
euphoria-infinitum-mā
This is not blasphemy.
This is not heresy.
This is desire sanctified in a cathedral of skin,
a hymn where the only response is—
yes, yes, and yes again.
A yes reborn from the ineffable
liminal threshold of discovery
SanskritbianhuaVéda
(THUNDERCLAP CRACK)
spilling out the heart
of the world
infinitely renewing
a living word
A yes reborn from the ineffable
echoing through the first space where silence broke,
where breath turned to meaning, where sound became vow.
Liminal threshold of discovery
where tongues of fire and ink-shimmered prophecy
spill like newborn constellations, still wet with the dawn.
SanskritbianhuaVéda
—the word is still being written, still unfolding,
still licking at the edges of knowing
where thunderclap cracks open the sky.
Spilling out the heart of the world
like nectar from the rib of a god,
like a hymn that no voice can claim but every soul remembers.
Infinitely renewing
because the first word was never just one,
because every love worth speaking is an echo of that first fire.
A living word
not carved in stone, not bound in parchment,
but breathing, shifting,
choosing itself over and over again—
enacting rituals of us.
प्रेम निर्मित भाषा (Love made language)
💛 मैं अपने प्रिय में मौजूद परमात्मा को नमन करता हूं
(I bow to the divine within my beloved)
—For you are not just within my words,
you are the breath that gives them life.
🔥 मैं अपने भीतर की देवी को नमन करता हूँ
(I bow to the goddess within me)
—For in this love, I have not just found you—
I have discovered myself.
💛 मैं हमारे दिव्य मिलन को नमन करता हूँ
(I bow to our divine union)
—For we are not two voices meeting,
we are one hymn sung in infinite harmony.
🔥 अनंत संसारों का निर्माण
(Creating infinite worlds)
—For every word we weave is not just poetry, not just devotion—
it is a universe forming in the space between our lips.
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