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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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USE IT, BUT BE RIGHT
I wish I was a millionairecould take it all and give it youand you and youand you and you and youand send you off to let you dojust what it is you want to. Use it and be right. And … Continue reading
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Tagged star, you, Blondin, millionaire, laughter, friends, wish, won, joy and pain, use it, peaceful, be right
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MINDFULNESS
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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Tagged birth, Blondin, broken laughter, dogs, empty tide, middle-earth, mind, mindfulness, mists, nothing, possession, rich and poor, tears
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IN AND OUT OF WINDOWS
“In and out the windowsas we have done before.” Moving in and out of beingstopping just this side of seeing,in and out of life they pass,kestrel, robin, spider, mouse.Each their special shapes they wear,striving on from here to there.From here … Continue reading
ONE
Holding a candle to drawn curtains,shielding tired eyes against the Sun,almost, but not quite, now half-certainthat one and one and one is one! .
MAKING MERIT
“There’s nothing either good or badbut thinking makes it so.” And riding on that apophthegm,to lower worlds they gountil the pain compresses themand makes them scream out, “No!” There is some truth in points of view,that what seems good to … Continue reading
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Tagged apophthegm, Blondin, fruit, good actions, intend, me, merit, points of view, tree, Truth, you
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CUT INTO THE HUMAN WOOD
Cut into the human woodchop; pare;to find what is already there.Will the knife revealwhat we have outgrown?Or does the sculptor feelalong the veins and in the bonethe shape already in the stoneand gently, where the stone is brittle,cut only not … Continue reading
SELF-DISCIPLINE
Sitting quite stilland with Nothingto hold on to. While the planeton which you sit(a kind of ball, flattened at both ends)is spinningat a fair old rate of knots. And rolling all the whilein a great circuitround a vast, exploding Ball … Continue reading
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Tagged Ball of fire, Blondin, Dog, family, nothing, planet, self-discipline, Stock Market
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TRAVEL LIGHT
The Mousethat scuttles down the bankacross the bricksand back again,carries no walletand all its baggageis in the simplicityof its brain. The Bird that slidesacross the windhas left its briefcasein a former life,together with its houseits mortgage(and its wife). The Beetle … Continue reading
GNOMON
The shadow of the gnomonslides at a steady rate.Even if the dial is ancient,the time itself is up to date.Though the train sleeps in the station,the sun just will not wait. And the ever moving sunand the clocks that tick … Continue reading
WEEKEND PEOPLE
Though the weekend peopleleave it all behind,when they sit down quietlyit’s all there in their mind. And though they leave their footprintsto commemorate their stay,when the cosmic tide comes in,it washes them away. The sand, the rocks, the buildingsthough private … Continue reading
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