Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

I went to Brahman,  I said, Why do you dream alone, inside my head? I play, at life, try even death, It’s funny because it charms me, Maya and her snakes make my day, Worth living. I ask of even atheism: why the unbelief? It seemed I went by people, Questioning why consciousness is never…

In the ring, it’s burning love, It’s burning hate, It’s burning life is hard, I take my queue from Ali, when he was inside: I’m permanently in the ring, being magnificent, and so tremendous,My words an Ali shuffle, VICTORY, Round 8000, (The inhumans read my post and talk and laugh among themselves, they’re trying to…

It’s no longer a surprise, but Perhaps I am, human being. Take off the lid, all that’s beneath Is ill meaning Fill it with mirth, giver of gifts, It will retaliate with ill intention At someone, it’s not important Who, at me, for example, In my wisdom and experience I say – such content is…

Gentle time passes as the wind might, Enveloping past, present and future in one sigh. Where do your thoughts stray, On a boring Saturday? I seek you, like a dog on a scent, I travel a quest, seek your carnal flesh, Reading your flesh, in nature, afresh, Your invisible dart that opens me up, To…

I saw her! Haha, Rumi! Her beauty is more than my, Touches the sun to the sky, As the world turns from black and white, To green becoming spring, as My yearning goes from within, To her beholding, as yoke pulls An oxen, my sun pulled by the Light in her eye. As Mockery, Tyranny, …

If there’s a goal, Where is the centre? And if there’s no centre, And now the goal Is binding to her soul, Where is Nirvana? And if she’s my Nirvana, Where lies liberation, But in her arms? Blindfolded – where is The goal? What becomes Of a wannabe, without Her centre to correct The question?…

In jonestown, they’d think me mad, I would do my thing, and serve a woman A noble heart, in love,  while they, A unison, down swallow poison, sure There were lezzos there too. Not content With their lot, they down on me, destroy My shining reputation, among themselves, Like creatures beneath redemption. Sexist and homophobic…

“In my Father’s house are many mansions” Christ Peering thru a mobile darkly, The egos secretary at hand, I snap angie, she has what no Human has: time: where has time fled? Here we cast our shadows on the walls, Here, we producers talking of the real, Here, we daydream in a space of nowhere…

Cascading down thru all into Poesy, coming into view from Above, I’ve left the earth, tiger, Her, waterfall above, of heaven, Tumbling down, her visual enters My soul, theophany read, English Rebellion, unpunctuating verb, Cascade of word, you I behold, Centreless, heart stop, passive inflow into all I write, memorise Every detail, graffiti you on…

Green stalks, stirring my outpouring hearts words out – People in branches, ferns crouch, finches sing, the pathway hunts The heart, the spear pierces the fog, sings, the finch pierces the Valley, birds stirring, aflutter, heart in trunks, stirring, within, Closer, the fae, stalking the hill, pose in the past, flings spear at Me, turn…