Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: Bamboo Leaves
Chinese New Yearalways comes in February.(Usually.) This is the lastof the twelve year cycle;the Year of the Pig. Processions, dragon dances,fireworks and smoke,cymbals and drums. The Chinese close their shops,do not sweep their housesand pay respectto the Ancestors.They put a … Continue reading
Saeng (Light) is forty two.“When I was twenty five, I died.”Four men in white with red capsled him away along a gravel road.On either side were sālās,evidence of his good deeds.At the end of the road were monksand he gave … Continue reading
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
In the snow forests of Himavāna,Lake Anodāta simmers like a jewelamong green-black trees,slumbers in the scent of jasmine.Its snow-born waters are deep-blue cool,its silence deeper even than the snowsuntil gik-gak gik-gak gik-gak is heardas Gunaras and Gunarees,gold of skin, half-human … Continue reading
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
Gossip and slanderis pouring wateron the earth. A knife scraping a stonedoes not bruise it. Even Buddha imagesare tarnished. How can a man of earthescape censure. . .
I shone a lightinto the mirror of your mind,there was no reflectionand my light disappeared.No recognition beyond the blank starethere. (Poem from BAMBOO LEAVES) .