When dancing through progressions of colorfully dynamic landscapes in “Empty as Nirvana” the reader might find it difficult to keep from breathing harder, deeper and faster than without dancing between the covers. Zayra lures and catches her prey with frames of confluent stylings and sophisticated range disguised as soft, breathy Siren voices and rippling rhythms. She gives invitation to enter bodies of light and love on formless waves of passion. She brushes sweet, restless strokes of wreckage and folly. There are coarse African vistas on sea foam lines, curling at the edges of earth and water.

The most tangible residue she leaves behind are warmer body temperatures and a deeper compassion for one another without the common shackles we’ve been known to bind upon ourselves. One might feel a less confined freedom within after reading Zayra’s work. Her words flicker just above the surface of her page as entire generations melt into one gene pool, evaporating deeper into an electric cosmos. Propter omnium unitatum cunctus animus unum ese - Through the unity of all, all souls are one.