Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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Space you measure in feet and inchesand shoes by where your big toe pinches;seasons by cherry, rose and snow,when may comes and swallows go:empires by rise and fall of kings;weather by rain and drought and flood;dead trees by whether the … Continue reading
The great rock spins a little closer to the Fireand all its creatures,born of warmthand of desire,crack shells, burst seeds,feed and breedand say YES. They burn gently, while they may,being born of warmth and of desire,until the great rock spins … Continue reading
Looking with dispassion,with equanimity,with detachment,doesn’t it shine brighter than a thousand suns?And in every minute particular? The broken wingthe severed fingerthe uncompleted life‘the smyler with the knife’the loss of all things dearthe smell of fearspirochaetes, viruses and germsand the ever-chewing … Continue reading
The fretful Tiger in a rageprowls the confines of his cage.Do not feed him. Pass him by.And, of himself, he’ll surely die. The Gypsy, with her crystal ball,promises to tell you all.Do not cross her palm with gold.Leave your future … Continue reading
As you contemplate your worldsliding into darkness and conflictand your leaders just WILL not help youbut just scramble among themselvesfor the bits and pieces left over, well… If you can’t stop it, Best jump off it! As Sophocles said. “Not to be born is … Continue reading