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zdravko-stefanovic
zdravko-stefanovic
expressing a fractal of the infinite power of creative creation. / i am just one node - you are one too. working on stretching the definition of expressionism. / / love. / healing. / beauty. / soul. / spirit. / mysticism. / shamanism. / esoteric unraveling.
Goddess is a description of radiance, not of appearance. ~ z.s
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
Goddess
Journey to the subconscious, Do you dare, Feel no scare, The feeling, You can't compare, Snare, Your way down, Inside your own town, They call it the devils' lair, But that's the fear, With your soul you can pair, [Up] So explorer - fear not, Put your ego on the spot, Shread the mind, Feel the heart, You're one of a kind, [Unique - a beautiful freak] Madness and stillness you'll find, The rhythm and blues of spirit, Yeah mad explorer - feel it, The journey to the subconscious, Time to focus; [Let your soul loose] ~ z.s
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
Psychedelic Explorer
Your heart; Cannot break if it's already open. ~ z.s
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
Unbroken heart
Find your rhythm, and you will find your song. ~ z.s
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
Rhythm
The key to spirit, love and magic, is not found in things, places or in pleasures. It is found in the depth of presence. ~ z.s
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
~ The Key ~
Our tears contain the elixir of our innermost beauty. ~ z.s
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
Tears of Beauty
Imminent existence was the poetry that pierced her eyes. The thirst for evolving into a life form that was perfectly aware of its own beauty. Unaware at first, passionately later on; she supplied me with pieces of ink for the enigmatic puzzle of our momentary lives. ~ z.s
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
Mutual Evolution.
If love isn't real, then so is nothing else. ~ z.s
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
Reality
The ocean within can either make me drown, or turn me into a sailer, who in his screams thanks the winds of currents for his ability to dance with the waves. ~ z.s
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
Sailor
Her heart was a drum that a rare few could ever learn how to play. Yet many had tried, making herself forget how it was to be played. 'But you' , she said, 'you make me feel the rhythm of life again. I don't know how to thank you.' Leaning towards her chest, I told her; The sound of your heart is the melody to my rhythm, and when they are in union; I am complete. So, let me just take you in. ~ z.s
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
Sacred Drum