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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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BLONDIN
Every man 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. .
LABEL IT CORRECTLY
In St Peter’s graveyardthe bones have labels. The labels are incised in marble or slate.The coming together of the bones is recorded.(God breathed on those bones.)The dislocation of the bones is recorded.(God stopped breathing.)The length of time in betweenis calculated … Continue reading
Posted in Oxford Blues
Tagged age, Blondin, bonekeeper, bones, breath, God, graveyard, Oxford, Oxford Blues
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TAPEWORM
God sees with the same eyeyou see with, says Meister Eckhart. Do you live your life,Or does Life live through you? Do you breatheto stay alive,or does the Life-breathbreathe you? Life lives and blossoms through Natureand thus Nature can heal … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged breath, craving, Divine Eye, Ego, feelings, God, heal, I, Life, Meister Eckhart, Nature, passion, Tapeworm, thoughts, TRUE SELF
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PYRAMIDS AND SARCOPHAGI
Why did they spend so much time therein the anteroom of death?What could they prepare?Paper possessions as light as breathwere too heavy for their dead to bearaway from the fire.Why did they keep their eyeson pyramid, tomb and funeral pyre?Even … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Blondin, breath, death, funeral pyre, mind, nothing, pyramids, sarcophagi, tomb, wise
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THE NOTEBOOK AND THE PEN
Register the birth.Now register the death.All unfinished business ends with the breath.Ends. But then again beginsas we all come back for more.Even though we long forgotwhat it is we come back for. Only while the breath continuesto feed the brainand … Continue reading
BREATH
Fine and insubstantial, separating the Living from the Dead. The hairs on your head are numbered; so too the breaths. Preserved or polluted or neglected, it drags us to our unintended goal; the destiny of all we have protected. Disintegration … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged breath, dead, destiny, disintegration, goal, living, whole
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THE BREATH OF LIFE
It is not Atlas who carries on his shoulders the world with all its teeming life forms its cities and citizens its poets and fools. It is the breath of life which fans the vital heat each time it cools. … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged Atlas, breath, citizens, death, empty, fools, Life, poets
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