Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Winding down the path An old woman smiled a good smile at me And goodness in a realm lived outwardly And on a shell or in a shell The faerie or big foot realm Or alien one If goodness is a realm Is heaven not just in the head? And if I were to meet…

Rainfall painted green Waterbirds on an oval, Preen wings Rainfall washes my thoughts away Peacefully Space more beautiful than theory Space holding thought as rain Swoon To fall so softly into life More beautiful than philosophy To fall into love again Winter hunger, feeling, Returning season More beautiful than religion.

Crowd, flamingo, I am what I am because of god I am what I am, I am God I am each step I am god as one I am fusion, I am fused to Hum, drum or rhythm One dance, one person The universe Gods person, fused creation See god walking In the festival, among…

All my words are outdated My skin outworn A yogin on autopilot, ergo, A hypocrite changed, strange, I changed while I looked at G And cannot find myself Except in the woman in the silver car To give expression to Spirit, or myself, I dont know how any more Except in the face of my…

This night, ecstatic I write Like 1 God within the ocean, walking alone Thought patterns Bubble Waves flow, Mona Lisa While Walking alone The suburban map manifests Plans Dice rolling With the tension building Building sharp but Not burst the bubble, No, not once No I’ll not blow it up myself 2 God/dess emotion Traffic…

I believe with eckhart that we walk as one with God. There was the golden age of spirit in India. There is the golden age of mysticism in eckhart. Now, in materialism, there is the potential for a new golden age, one centred in pride, and queer theory. To the ineffable, a complete circle, a…

It’s true yknow What they said about Love Naked they transcend Death Thru love Hanging in space Like light is love A predator in love A glance of love Grown into another Growing into a tree Another To need, want And breathe To uncover Unveil Multiple-woman, everywhere, Image of the goddess With mask of mischievousness…

Note: I had thought to use the f word as a symbol, to describe the concept that what happened can happen again, a word in a poem paints a thousand concepts, no? But I thought people could take offence, and perhaps, take the f word another way, even when used in sympathy, which is why…

The strawberry moon has been Bringing its light Tonight I’ll dream again Blue night You’d put your heart on the side of your road, a pink trinket And sell it For a moment Of peace You’d awaken like a dragon And roar at the moon And go back to lost dreaming You’d dream if you…

I went for a walk today To feel the political climate On the landscape People look piteously (tho I’m sorry for them) Evangelicals preach at cafes (coffees hot in the backwaters) Misogyny by construction (they’re building a new Stralia) Women go apeshit at I, the bad female Beatles All, sheeplike (colonists herded like indigenous with…