In Depth of Pure Soul I Yearn to Be @mindlesoul - Tumblr Blog

Sensuality in the air is the miracle of the small wonders that exist in the air, completely without try or any form of difficulty. They exits, because they do and there is an immerse amount of beauty in them. This beauty is completely unconditional- it doesn't require collection of details or coordination of any sort, the moment is enriched by imperfections endlessly and it is created by its own nature. This existence exists in us all.

I wouldn't have thought I'll be back here but life threw some curve balls my way and I'm off the main stuff. There is something very calming about the realisation that my experience years ago were so similar to what they are now.. and the quotes, the words, they relinquish in the same manner. I am eternally grateful to my own self, the one that carries me, my body, the one that heals me and saves me and guides me, my own life, the way it has planned out and the wound and challenges it has presented me with. I am eternally grateful for their lessons and the growth that they hold, for they hold the keys to my heart...and while the world is a promiscuous lover, begging to be tamed, yet never giving in to just one true lover, I wouldn't risk my world to feel it all in the name of great gestures and love.. what I want, has always been simple, inwardly, gentle and quite, yet to mesmerising and immersive no words could ever even comprehend it. The way I view the world is a tarkovsky movie- photos and sounds and moving pictures and memories and dreams intertwined with spoken word into.....you name it.

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Séyðisfjörður - Iceland (by Stig Nygaard)

noorshirazie

You swept me off my feet within a matter of days, caught in a whirlwind of I love you’s and forever’s. Upon placing my feet back on solid ground, I will never approach another soul again with as much openness. You took the ability to love and made it real.

Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)

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Piscine versus The Best Hotels, 1982, Jean-Michel Basquiat

Medium: collage,crayon,canvas

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it’s been a long time...needing anonymous social media. I’m liking the changes in the air. My relationship with Instagram is shifting...I want to move more. Get back in touch with my body...through yoga and dance.. meditate. Be true to me. It’s all I want.. to take things slowly. To appreciate the small victories, the small goals, the small, ordinary miracles. Let the big stuff sort itself out... it’s just not that important. I swear.

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Ever needed to hear about mad dad birds with enormous feet? Try THESE on for size:

What’s that you say? These are clearly the feet of a dinosaur, not a bird? WHY NOT BOTH?

This is Australia’s very own dinosaur, the second-largest bird in the world, the emu. Say hi!

They roam around Australia making ‘wonk-wonk’ noises under their breath and glaring at everything. And the dads take care of the babies! They sit on the eggs…

They look after the tiny stripey adorable things….

They look after the less tiny less adorable things…

And they even look after the great big menacing things that are almost as big as they are.

But here’s the catch. All emus look pretty much alike. Especially when you are a tiny stripey adorable thing. All you can see of your dad is is great big dinosaur feet (see picture #1). So there is one very unrealistic thing about all the adorable terrifying dinosaur family photos above:

I have never seen an emu family in the wild where all the babies are the same size.

Here is the reason!

Emu dad and his emu babies are roaming about wonking and glaring at everyone. Suddenly emu dad sees another emu dad! A threat!

Emu dads do some display threats with dancing and bouncing and fluffing and… look, it’s very serious business, okay?

If this does not work to see off one emu they might progress to actual fighting.

Oops, sorry, you wanted the dignified version. Here, have some ART:

MAGNIFICENT.

Either way, this encounter will end up with one or both adult emus zooming away as fast as he can run. This is very fast.

This is the other thing they do besides wonking and glaring, by the way. They run. Fear the running emu.

Anyway, this leaves all the tiny and medium-sized and semi-large stripey things milling around making confused tiny “cheep? wonk?” noises and basically just following whichever pair of large feet they can find.

HI DAD

And so mostly when you see a male emu with a gaggle of youngsters at heel, they are all different sizes. Who knows whose they are? Not him! But he’s going to look after them anyway.

Fear him.

hmm really feeling the fact that a beautiful heart makes for a beautiful face... cant beat compassion, humbleness, an educated and critical worldview, self -reflection and the willingness to be changed, challenenged and transformed through our learnings. Now, that's a beautiful person...