Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Beautiful to see you, majesty! Beautiful to be walking the earth of blessings Down the street God/dess in my walking feet God/dess walking with me God/dess bless the earth, goes walking Feeling the earth bless her feet Earth and god/dess walking with me, as you approach On a wish, ain’t life sweet?

I would have said, God resided, neuter within me, AND THEN You believed in God, and I believed in you, When you stood up for me, domme morrigan, What is true and good, you proved to me, and I found God inside you, because what you did, God would do You earned your place in heaven,…

I sat there sitting there was this tree standing in the middle of Clayton. I watched this tree, and many hundreds of birds circled her and sat in her branches. And my hope circled round her, my mind a bird, sat among her pink leaves, offering me respite from the street. I thought you passed,…

A bird is inspiring this song, coming from the dawn, tells me A meaning, the lyrics that stir in my soul, then flies off in silence Flies off whither songs go, and my own song breaks opens a call Attenborough asked how many songs has this world lost As the birds fall dead to earth,…

When we sat together You sat in my dream woman’s place I really don’t care what people say now, domme brigid, not because I don’t care… It’s just sound… but I care if I lose you to it, silently flying away, a phantasy just – As we sat together, domme morrigan, And you walked away…

As if goddess took you from the sky, planted you within, Earth loving you the while Jesus said, some seeds fall on lush soil and grow, some on arid ground come To nothing but themselves. You grow into a moon vision, wild light on unknown Soil, nearly 2 years, Beauty and laughter, planting you in…

If I could but feel your caress, create my body in liminal space, a clay Woman, Then I’d bite the wild apple, alight the pure orchid, go up in flame Aah then! I’d drink the wild honeysuckle in your tongue strange, and you’d say – Raelene!

I dreamt I lay in my bed adreaming King of the faeries, Oberon, lay sleeping And thruout all my dreams, Domme morrigan, You went weaving We’re planting this Samhain, in the southern Land, roots in the ground, Our wishes awaking To be next to you, Muse, Awoken in Beltane’s light season, I go planting dreams,…

Peeping toms portray me as ugly From themselves ugliness comes forth An intervention is needed, domme morrigan A Logic of Beauty that speaks for itself – Truth: I speak for myself, g, no one else does Tho how bdsm is in All these things I say falls Around you, around us Falling in Love Does…

Keeping up with the Joneses They’re redecorating The red and white queens roses Painting them black and white, instead And black is white and white is black now, is what the Authority said I asked Alice why that was She said Wonderland had spread outside her book I had to agree I took a look…