Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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Category Archives: Blondin
“Empty-handed I come and lo! the spade is in my hand.” In the illimitable Void All is destroyed (and Nothing is lost!) Everything appears anew: good seeds flourish (and evil too). They said to the Poet at his birth, “Go! … Continue reading
Every moment is a fork in the road and every fork is always the same, the choice between right and wrong.
Cut into the human wood chop; pare; to find what is already there. Will the knife reveal what we have outgrown? Or does the sculptor feel along the veins and in the bone the shape already in the stone and … Continue reading
Leaves from the Tree of Life; brown and withered, dried with growing old, dislodged by the touch of Time; or green, with veins still swelling with rising sap, torn free by an untimely wind. What are they, these dancing treasures? … Continue reading
If you put a cat in a cage and lock the door and it stretches and rolls over on its side and falls asleep, you have not yet succeeded in taking away its freedom.
Register the birth. Now register the death. All unfinished business ends with the breath. Ends. But then again begins as we all come back for more. Even though we long forgot what it is we come back for. Only while … Continue reading