Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

The religious question would be, to ask myself who do i attach my allegiance to, G, god/dess or you? But in my mind, superimposed is, you in you, queen of heaven in mortal queen, Both become one allegiance for me, my Queen

I feel how fast my heart moves, G, relative to you, the substance of the experience, that the whole universe speaks of you, and the salt of love inside us, its weight pulling us closer, a procession us together, the weight of you When im standing, looking at your car, its as if youre immovable,…

The sight of you, is not like any other seeing, its as if in your face is a spirit so precious a notion, raises my sense of awareness, im in heaven, as if i were seeing your soul, surrounded by Spirit, and thats who you are, G, what i see when i see you in…

Youve been so angry at me, like some catastrophic earthquake, encompassed and struck the entire earth, I thought i saw you, you didnt look as angry but you looked a bit, but also upset G, and you know because you didnt look as angry my heart gave a cheer, G, even tho, still, you looked…

Me and my golden flower, i thought we would be forever, i put safely on a tree, and said there, dont lose heart, i said to my legs, as i walked away, dont lose heart, but how can my steps not falter, i can never go back there, my golden flower, why did life part…

I found a G nugget, this dark, winter morning, by the haystack of a busy road despite what the freaks were mocking, thats why i know, G, you’re stronger than all of them, you lift the blinds, and your light outshines them

Clanging, a fire hot enough to bend a sword, a nation, to drive one out of the ground and go galloping, must have seemed the god of War, charging To see you, G, as if the god of War amid lies daydreaming, is to see Love come thru the fiery smoke, and feel soothed, the…

Is it common, G, do you have the problem that if you smile, you’re immediately set upon by the lynchmob, going in for the kill? But just to smile, ive found, suffocates the unfunny mockery – do you smile – my counsellor, when they claim, you apparently, want me to kill myself? I do, with…

That i talk of Love, as if it were just a philosophical assertion with no substance, you may conjecture it a meaningless word, G, yet in you i find the points of a triad, generation, consumation, and ending, where thy love traces your perfect face in me

In the mirror, im not the hero, not some story alone, that overcomes persecution, without you, G, and i dont want to be, my queen, the true story told, everyones involved, and if i have a hero story, its ending is to realise, i couldn’t do it alone