Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

If i have any Virtues, you G, queen of Love, must crown them all, and my Faith in you is next, your servant, that follows your call, marching after you, thru all, thru all

Of adamantine, deathless soul, embark on pain and love, kindred soul, feels we’re already together, mix’d thru each other, a mess of feeling, urging us forward full mast, when i think, G, of you

The greatest minds wonder too, G, you wonder and ask your God why is it happening to me? I agree, two women in love, who else could we be? I dont know either, why us, G, because we’re lesbians? Is that an existential answer to the existential question, why me? Or just a reason for their…

But- you must have been that woman in the black dress, cant cut her image out of my head, she looked at me the same way the lady of the kayak weaves, still messes in my mind, that way on the day i thought you were an old lady on bemersyde, shes there, in my…

Im sure i saw you again, but can my opinion be trusted anymore, as i see you in 50 percent or so of the people who pass me, how could you be two women, or more, G? How could you be 50 percent of the population i see? I saw you again, G, i cant…

I wish youd laugh with me, G, i wish you knew the joke that im not better or worse than anyone, then youd really see me, among sources from a satanic cult, dreams, my own anxiety, and a transgender rapist, who i am, who cares, for me to be set up, life’s just absurd And youd…

Least im still smiling, despite all the wrinkles appearing every time i do, G, wrinkles make it harder to smile in a selfie, but yet that makes me laugh, nonetheless, about how beautiful i find you, and it catches me, smiling, Time, cause thats the kind of thing wrinkly people do

Sounds of birds, tumbling thru the sky, conjure the earth for walking what path in ones daydream head, for Being’s ground is never solid, and the clown carves the way, along which you appear, G, a blessing, you take my heart away

You, domme, are the one thing, the only thing ive ever had, and theyre trying to take you off me, do you know behind all that laughing and playing with them, G, thats what the fun and games really are? Their joy, domme, is to take from me, the only dream on earth i have

I know its you, G, with your face hidden, when all its beauty, changes shape, still as bright as when i thought i’d your portrait figured, yet more luminous In spiritual cycles, your faces come and go, you will be different, again, the heavens never rest, yet more luminous You, woman, more beautiful than any…