Thoughts on a Sufi Proverb by Hone Tuwhare

A long time ago I was an atom. A one-ness in two, superbly put together. Full of potential, I was close to my essence. I died as an atom and progressed to another form. I became a stone just off the melt. I was cooling off.

I died as a stone and became a water-plant. As a plant, I learned to trap and eat meat. I died as a plant and became a fish. As a fish I grew wings flying low over the heaving waters. Then I aspired to circle high above greening turret-lands.

When I died as a plant, another branch of me I liked grew legs and crawled out of the sea - on all fives. Or was it sixes or sevenses?
No matter, I had arms, legs, and two hands with which I learned to pick up stones, sharpen a stick.

That other flying branch of me tried to pick out my eyes. They mocked me for not choosing a flying career. I ignored the jibes, ducking out of sight to avoid danger. I learned to throw stones. And soon, with a developed accuracy I could bring down my tormentors.
I ate them feathers and all, only learning later to save the feathers to adorn myself.

I progressed from a plant, and became an animal. I died as an animal and became a man. Now… never did I grow less by dying, do you understand?

I want to become stone again, but not the kind that is as cold as the forever night - the unlit side of the moon. 
For a stone is as good a shape or form as any other. Compact and smoothened to become a million whispering grains of sand just crumbling quietly away to whatever ancestral dust; and all in good time, too, precisely, and with a resigned elegance.

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"i was photographing every meal i ate, every person i met, every waiter or waitress who served me, every bed i slept in, every toilet i used." stephen shore

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the beautiful home of pierre soulages

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tamburina:

Homage a Gauguin: Naomi Campbell by Peter Lindbergh for Harper’s Bazaar, Jamaica 1992

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Homage a Gauguin: Naomi Campbell by Peter Lindbergh for Harper’s Bazaar, Jamaica 1992

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amber-danique:

"Wire elephant" - Alexander Calder - 1928

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"Wire elephant" - Alexander Calder - 1928

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natgeofound:

Two women gaze at heavy surf while lying on boulders on the coast of Nova Scotia, December 1961.Photograph by Volkmar Wentzel, National Geographic

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Two women gaze at heavy surf while lying on boulders on the coast of Nova Scotia, December 1961.Photograph by Volkmar Wentzel, National Geographic

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my life as a fraud

davidfarrier:

Random bag search at LAX. My hardcover copy of DIANETICS is revealed. Discussion ensues. I give him (Mark) some application forms I happened to pick up from the Scientology Celebrity Centre. None of this is real. But for Mark, it is real. What is the point? No idea. I feel quite a bit of my life is like this interaction.

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thegoldgrinch asked: great blog i like

thanks! yours is pretty cool too.

fuckyeahbrutalism:

IBM Pilot Head Offices, Cosham, Hampshire, UK, 1973
(Norman Foster)

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IBM Pilot Head Offices, Cosham, Hampshire, UK, 1973

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