Tag Archives: Brian Taylor
I met a Traveller from that Antique Landbetween the Euphrates and the Tigris,where the ancestors of our Human Raceopened their eyes to the opportunityto be outpostsof Divine Consciousnessand act as Guardians of Planet Earthin Eden. Here, instead, they chosethe miseryand … Continue reading
“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 memight … Continue reading
Round and round the Circle Linein endless pursuit of me and mine.Familiar scenes go hurtling past,each new vision much like the last;grief and suffering, hate and paincoming round again and again. Where are the stops where the doors slide backand … Continue reading
Evil is the Great Magicianwhich blinds the inner visionthe painting on its facedisorientates the eye,the quickness of its hand through spacedeceives the sly. The conjuror peddles his illusions,the world his backdrop and his stage,his victims, living beings enmeshed in their … Continue reading
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
A tree climbed over the wallto give us its shade and its cooland asked for nothing back at all. Except, perhaps, the wall. .