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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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MON SEMBLABLE
Look for it, you will not find.Flee it, you cannot escape.It shines, unbidden in your mind,is both the shadow and the shape.You cannot hold, or change or lose it.You cannot welcome or refuse it.You did not make or break or … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, Brian Taylor, cannot escape it, choose it, look for it, mind, mon semblable, shadow, shines, you
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OLD WOUNDS
The landscape itselfis cracked and pitted.Quarries gouged out of the rock face.Concrete jungleswhere forests grew.A million species drownedby hydro-electric schemes.Roman grain bowlsbecoming the Sahara desert. And the figuresthat pass through this landscape,four-footed, two, or nonewith scar of tooth and clawof … Continue reading
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Tagged Blessed One, Blondin, Brian Taylor, death, epidemic, forgive, germ, mind, Prospero, Shantih, species, tooth and claw, torture, Upanishad, vengeance, virus, wounds
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UP TO DATE AND READY TO GO
It may not be the bearded manwho smiles at you and explodes.It may not be the errant tyrethat slides on the icy roads.It may not be the scaffolding plankthat bounces on your head.It may not be pneumoniathat smothers you in … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, blood, brain, breath, Brian Taylor, death, fever, nothing, pneumonia, Ready?, scaffolding, up to date
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ORPHEUS IN EXTREMIS
He turned his back on the graveyardand with the sad songshe had taken downinto the stiff clay of the underworldlike root-fingersstill singing in his ears,walked towards the future. Before him floatedher death mask,warmed by the pale fireof yesterday’s desire. Fire … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, Brian Taylor, death mask, desire, empty space, forgetfulness, fountain, future, girl, grave, nothingness, Orpheus, Proserpine, silence, smile, stream of being, sunlight, underworld
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DREAM THEATRE
This world is a theatreof broken dreams.Everything ISbut is notwhat it seems. .
THE PAINTED VEIL
Millions of bubbles; bubbles, bubbles. Bubbles.Who could have thoughtso smallwould be curse of all,and source of allour troubles? Microscopic seedsencasing nuclei of fire. Each germinates and breedssubtle filaments of desire. Desire slides in and overpowers,making our best intentions fail.It weaves … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged Brian Taylor, Bubbles, desire, empty machine, eyes, fire, Painted Veil, see it, shroud, silent, source, thought, unseen, world
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SPRING
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
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Tagged Blondin, born, breed, Brian Taylor, desire, fire, great rock, lonely heart, seeds, spring, tempests, waiting
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IF THINE EYE BE SINGLE
Your true Self plays tennisfor joyfor fun;like children dancinghand in handon the sandin thefoaming breakers. Two fingersof the same handdrummingan improvised rhythm. The Egoic Mind playseverythingto win. .
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Tagged Brian Taylor, children, dancing, drumming, egoic mind, fun, Gnomonic Verses, joy, plays to win, rhythm, tennis, TRUE SELF
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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
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Tagged birth to death, bliss, Brian Taylor, eternal dance, Fate, happiness, Heaven, love, memories, mortal coil, single eye, toi et moi
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FULL MOON DAY
One candle is a light unto itself.One hundred candlesilluminate a room.In a room,one candle isa light unto itself. Uposatha Day at Wat Krathum,seven old ladies and one old mantaking eight precepts for a dayto keep the fires of Hell at … Continue reading
Posted in Bamboo Leaves
Tagged abbot, Ayudhaya, Bangkok, Brian Taylor, Buddha, candle, chicken farm, chicken flu, death, food, full moon, government, heart, Humans, mangoes, mass grave, monk, no chicken, Pali chants, precepts, Sariputta, sermon, Uposatha day, virtual reality
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