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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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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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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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THANK YOU MR EDISON
Jingle bells. Jingle bellsJingle all the way.Oh what fun it is to rideOn a one horse open sleigh!Oh! At the next bamboo table,by a rustling opalescent sea,four year old Bun,armed with a red boxpowered by two AA batteries,is carving his … Continue reading
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Tagged Christmas, paradise, fun, Jingle Bells, Santa, Thais, Mr Edison, families, tropical, batteries
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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 Abraham, emergency, escape, Exit, future, I, I am, mind, past, present, thoughts, timeless peace
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FREEDOM
Freedom from the Pastis the Present.Freedom from the Futureis the Present. The Presentis a crack that runsthrough the universe.Into it everything disappearslike snowflakesinto a bonfire. For Māra’s people,the Presentis a mental spacefilled with memories,thoughts of the Future,sense impressionsand a random … Continue reading
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Tagged blazing, crack, freedom, future, memories, past, present, sense impressions, snowflakes, sun, thoughts, universe
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THE CIRCLE LINE
Round and round the Circle Linein endless pursuit of me and mine.Familiar scenes go hurtling past,each new vision much like the last;grief and suffering, hate and paincoming round and round again. Where are the stops where the doors slide backand … Continue reading
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Tagged Circle Line, concentration, endless travel, escape, Exit, grief and suffering, karmic tangles, me and mine, Morality, signs, trains, transcendental vision, way out
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APOSTLE OF TRUTH
The Thousand Petalled Lotusin the brain is flooded with Light.Diogenes,in an off white robe,still trudges around in broad daylightwith his lamp. Have you found an honest man yet, Diogenes? Only Myself. .
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BLONDIN Poems 