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kay—ray:

only room for two of us .

kay—ray:

only room for two of us .

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"Do not be angry with anyone else, look within your own self instead."

ਰੋਸੁ ਨ ਕਾਹੂ ਸੰਗ ਕਰਹੁ ਆਪਨ ਆਪੁ ਬੀਚਾਰਿ ॥

Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji 259

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boisocietymagazine:

Boi(s) - The Comparable Bibi McGill (Long Time Guitarist for Beyoncé)

boisocietymagazine:

Boi(s) - The Comparable Bibi McGill (Long Time Guitarist for Beyoncé)

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Following Ferguson: Asian Americans Can Choose ‘Invisibility, Complicity, or Resistance’ →

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sikhexpo:

"Seeking and searching, I have found my own home, deep within my own being" - Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji
A wonderful watercolor painting by Navstrakt @navstrakt 🙏
Inder
☬☬🅢🅘🅚🅗 🅔🅧🅟🅞☬☬
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sikhexpo:

"Seeking and searching, I have found my own home, deep within my own being" - Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji

A wonderful watercolor painting by Navstrakt @navstrakt 🙏

Inder

☬☬🅢🅘🅚🅗 🅔🅧🅟🅞☬☬

#sikh #sikhism #punjab #punjabi #sikhi #singh #kaur #panjab #punjab #Punjaban #Waheguru #satnam #truth #God #vaheguru #sikhexpo #khalsa #akal #sikhart #sikhiart #punjabiart #IkOnkar #EkOnkar #chardikala

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confusedcatsagainstfeminism:

Cats like to find their own boxes!

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Confused Cats Against Feminism is a project of We Hunted the Mammoth

confusedcatsagainstfeminism:

Cats like to find their own boxes!

Confused Cats Against Feminism is a project of We Hunted the Mammoth

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vmagazine:

'Glitter' - model Neelam Johal - photographer: Carlos Serrao - stylist: Matthew Josephs - Wonderland Summer 2014

vmagazine:

'Glitter' - model Neelam Johal - photographer: Carlos Serrao - stylist: Matthew Josephs - Wonderland Summer 2014

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"be softer with you. you are a breathing thing. a memory to someone. a home to a life."
nayyirah waheed  (via origamiprincesss)

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wintergrey:

James Baldwin on “looting” (via x).

wintergrey:

James Baldwin on “looting” (via x).

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dhrupad:

There is a deep and undivided bond between art and the feeling of pain (दुःख), of sorrow or melancholy (वेदना, विष|द). And deep down it embeds an oftenly undefined feeling of joy (सुख), perhaps a very curious chemistry! A true work of art touches your heart where mind meets without really explaining or analyzing the peculiar phenomenon. It is said, the poet’s acquisition (उप्लब्धि) is obtaining a greater pain than herself! Interestingly, उप्लब्धि would also mean perception. On the other hand, अनुपलब्धि would mean nonperception, which according to the Mimamsakas, is one of the instruments of knowledge (ज्ञान). There is no coming to consciousness without pain, said C.G. Jung. Jung also brings about the perception of ‘darkness’ (One does not become enlightened imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious) and that inevitably reminds me of Mani Kaul’s film Satah se Uthata Aadmi (1980) and Gajanan Madhav Muktibodh’s epical poem ”Andhere Mein” (In the Dark), which the film so intensely evokes and invokes. Like the poem, the film touches in me a layered feeling of pain, of melancholia. It has forms of pain, more than one, दुःख का प्रकार ! 

As referred to earlier, I also intensely felt a layered feeling of pain while watching Kaul’s Satah se Uthta Aadmi. In his epical poem, “Andhere Mein”, Muktibodh wrote: 

Deep under the surfaces of the earth, the poet sees a dark solitary ancient cave and a wide hole in its dark bottom. Piercing the darkness, stones shine, and on irradiating radioactive pearls cascades a mighty waterfall […] They are jewels of thoughts like blood-red fire, dissolving every moment in the cascade of life and water…

And the poet hears the moist bustle of the rays in loneliness. Perhaps underneath Kaul’s film, we hear the moistness of sound, the moisture gathered over several संसार and civilizations. And the layers of दुःख का प्रकार. ||दुःख||

AMRIT GANGAR, Mani Kaul: DU: KH ke Prakar

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mskchitrakar:











Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless — like water. Now you put water in a cup, it becomes the cup; You put water into a bottle it becomes the bottle; You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.- Bruce Lee

mskchitrakar:


Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless — like water. Now you put water in a cup, it becomes the cup; You put water into a bottle it becomes the bottle; You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.

- Bruce Lee

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dhrupad:

Do Bigha Zamin (1953)

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