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

Goddess is a description
of radiance, not of appearance.

~ z.s

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

She never knew she had wings.
He never knew he could fly.

Like newly hatched butterflies,
they learned to roam the skies.


~ z.s

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

A proper kiss
can contain all the
secrets of the universe.

~ z.s

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

Our tears contain
the elixir of our
innermost beauty.


~ z.s

Find your rhythm,
and you will find your song.


~ z.s

i wish to remind you:

a single drop of beauty
can make the entire
ocean worth swimming.

this is the divine alchemy
that guides our footsteps
in a seemingly dark world.

the courage to speak of
hope while standing at
the edge of improbability.

it is irrational.
it is insanity and madness.

but it is what we are.
so rejoice;

and stand above the chains of
fate.

~ z.s

Your heart;
Cannot break if it's already open.


~ z.s

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

somewhere, in between your screaming and dancing cells,
am i. melting. at the sight of your being.

how are we so the same?
but so different?
the chaotic probabilities
of life formed us, they
would say.

but oh,
my love,
fooled not be by the form!

i am inside of you,
you are inside of me.

this is love,
passing through us,
fear not the journey!

join me,
join yourself,
let us implode together,
at the marvelous,
unexplainable magic of
human life.

~ z.s

If love isn't real,
then so is nothing else.

~ z.s