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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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Category Archives: Bamboo Leaves
ASHRAM MELODY
The best way of enough is all gone,for that there is no argument upon. While there is still something in the dishthere is, in Mind, propensity to wish. Wishing is a film that spreads itself like jamand turns the dullest … Continue reading
MALINEE
Malinee’s father took her to China.There was a reception in their honour.A monkey was brought inand put on the table. It was alive. Its body filled the cage;the head stuck out of the top. Everyone watched.The monkey’s headwas carefully shaved.The … Continue reading
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Tagged alive, Bamboo Leaves, cage, chef, China, fish, guests, monkey, prawns, reception, Singapore
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EMERGENCY EXIT
I must be present nowbefore I can have a past;I must be present nowto create a future then. If I still my present mindand exchange present thoughtsfor nothing at all,I have escaped past and futureand achieved a timeless peacewith no … Continue reading
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Tagged escape, past, thoughts, future, Exit, present, I am, Abraham, emergency, timeless peace
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FULL MOON DAY IN MARCH
One candle is a light unto itself.One hundred candlesilluminate a room.In a room,one candle isa light unto itself. Uposatha Day at Wat Krathum,seven old ladies and one old mantaking eight precepts for a dayto keep the fires of Hell at … Continue reading
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Tagged Bangkok, Buddha, candle, chicken flu, full moon, grave, impermanence, insubstantiality, light, monks, precepts, sermon, suffering, Uposatha day
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POEMS
Poems are diamonds,everywhereembedded in living rock. You see themyou dig them outyou polish them. (Sometimes you don’t see them.) Polish them too much,they break into fragments,blow away,a handful of dust. (Each mote of which is a diamond.) .
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Tagged Bamboo Leaves, diamonds, dust, living, mote, poems, polish, rock
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NEW RECRUITS REPORT TO THE GUARDROOM
On Tuesday after a silenceof three months,suddenly,where the junglethrows evening shadows over the bougainvilleas,all the cicadas shouted out at once;stretching and releasing their tymbalslike the shimmering and vibratingof a thousand silver cymbals. No notices were posted on the trees.No announcements … Continue reading
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Tagged cicadas, diaries, Jungle, recruits, silence, silent drum, silver cymbals, single, Thailand, trees
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LIVING WATERS
All drink from the same pond,Pride is out of place(there is no owner).Humility is out of place(it is inverted Pride). Enough that drinkers drink freelyand do not erect fences facing. Set out to fence in a small pond,you end up … Continue reading
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Tagged cage, humility, inverted pride, Living Waters, no owner, place, pride, small, you
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PIMSAI IN CAELO
“I worry about Siam.I worry about Muang Thai.Siam was ours,Muang Thai we shared.” “I worry, too.I shut my eyesto open the eyes of othersto what my people brought;a certain agnosticism of thought,a carefully defined democracy,new cars, logging and pollution.” “We … Continue reading
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Tagged agnosticism, belief, caterpillar, Democracy, frog, Mount Meru, pollution, problems, Siam, suffering, temple, Thailand, well, worry
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THE TREE OF MAN
The flowers of the Strangling Figare fertilised by wasps.Its fruit is delightfulto green pigeons, hornbills, macaques,barbets, gibbons and langursand ends up in their guts.From there the seedfinds its way to a moist spoton the canopy of a suitable tree.It germinates … Continue reading
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Tagged academic, Brother Marx, Chinese, Europe, fig, flowers, food, fruit, hybrid, islamism, Lenin and Stalin, native fauna, Nepal, roots, seed, tree
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BLONDIN Poems 