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
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
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
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
Your heart;
Cannot break if it's already open.
~ z.s
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
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
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
Our tears contain
the elixir of our
innermost beauty.
~ z.s
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
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
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
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
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
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
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC