Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: birth
Everyman is Blondin.Every lifetime a rope,finer than a spider’s thread,sharper than a sword,stretched between birth and death(breath and breath)across Niagara. .
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Watching the flowof middle-earthas all things gofrom birth to birth.Here, one can knowwhat it’s all worth. An empty tideof rise and fall.Nothing outsideis mine at all;nothing insidenor large nor small. The mind reflectsvague shadowy drifts.The mind connectsblank mists with mists.The … Continue reading
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TOI ET MOI
is the eternal dancewhere those who lovefind one anotherand, taking their chance,reach up to highest Heaven aboveand down to deepest Hell. There is no higher happinessthan loving true and well. Toi et Moi sailtheir fragile boatwith single eyefrom birth to … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses Tagged birth, bliss, death, eternal dance, Giraudoux's play, happiness, Heaven, joy, love, memories, mortal, Ondines, pain, single eye Leave a comment
All that once was livingpasses through molecular gauzeto filter out the elementsthat conform to the Laws of Physics. And what remainswill float awayand compel another birthin Hell or Higher Heaven worldsor back here on Mother Earth. But what is left … Continue reading
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Mind moveswith the breathwhich fuels this articulated dollfrom birth to death. What starts out as routine maintenancefor a puppet with entangled stringsdevelops to a share in the danceof the dragon that eternally sings. But, first, the intention,clear and well definedfor … Continue reading
We crawl our way from earth to starnor calculate from birth how farour tiny feetwill take usbefore the karma that we meetwill break usand cast us adrift on an outgoing tide. While those onshore mutter simply,“He died!” Ding-dongFay’s goneLife longDeath … Continue reading
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle Tagged birth, Brian Taylor, death, died, earth, funeral, karma, outgoing tide, star Leave a comment
Labyrinths are mind-madeand vanish when the mind stops.(Do the Minotaurs vanish too?) Life is a Labyrinth.Garden gate – Conception.Front door – Birth.A thousand mazesbranch off to every room.Every room with its viewleads to the Back Door.(Is the Minotaur waiting there … Continue reading
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HAVE A HAPPY WEEK!
“Empty-handed I comeand lo!the spade is in my hand.” In the illimitable VoidAll is destroyed(and Nothing is lost!). Everything appears anew:good seeds flourish(and evil too). They said to the Poetat his birth,“Go! Love!Without the helpof anything on Earth.” A naked … Continue reading
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HOW OLD ARE YOU?
How old was Jesusat his Birth?At the Crucifixionshining all his worth?Or Resurrected –God connected? Who can sayhow old they are?Even in the Elysian fieldsvirtues’ flowers to withering yields.Thousands of years on,Death still follows what’s born. Gods and ghosts,Denizens and animal … Continue reading
Posted in Centre Tagged birth, crucifixion, death, Deathlessness, earth, Elysian fields, ghosts, Gods, Humans, Jesus, karmic shell, path, Resurrected, viewpoints Leave a comment
“DEGREES WE KNOW UNKNOWN IN DAYS BEFORE, THE LIGHT IS GREATER, HENCE THE SHADOWS MORE”
In the search for thornless rosesand the perfect apple pie,many a question posesand many reasons why. Seedless grapes are on the plate(though cloudless summers have to wait).They’ll cut your leg off without pain(though Abel still meets brother Cain). There are … Continue reading
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