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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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RIGHT VIEW
In the Jungle of the Worldand the Tangle of the Senseswe build us huts of mud and heartacheand make (and mend) our fragile fences. ‘This is me! That is mine!’is the burden of our song.We cannot see, still less definethat … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged butterflies, evil, good, Jungle, me, mind, mine, pain, Right View, sanity, sorrow, stars, Tangle of the Senses, Vice, virtue
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MID-SEPTEMBER SUN
Dry and ripening: sea flat and shining like burning glass. Gulls floating like ducks on a giant’s pond. Small Coppers, Blues and Hairstreaks playing like blown leaves in parched grass. Victoria plums, blackberries. This is the turning of the year … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged blackberries, butterflies, cosmic seeds, ducks, dust, fear, here, plums, September, traveller
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MIDSUMMER DREAM
I dreamed of Paradise Garden; sunlight sliding down from an infinite sky through cedar trees to emerald lawns; oriental poppies six feet high, Indian butterflies gliding by through multilayered shades of blue. Olympian Apollo’s statue holds a fountain in his … Continue reading
Posted in Bamboo Leaves
Tagged Apollo, butterflies, eagles, emerald, free, midsummer, mirror, Paradise Garden, silver sands, solitude, song birds
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TRENINOW LANE
Treninnow Lane is tangled dark and overgrown with angled beech and arching sycamore. No cars drive down and fern and nettle, dandelion and dock slumber in this extraordinary summer’s heat. Spiders’ webs are spun tight and Speckled Woods and Tortoiseshells … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged butterflies, dandelion, exile, ghosts, nettle, past, seeing, smile, summer's heat, sunlight, Sycamore, Tortoiseshells
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THE FOUNTAIN
The fountain reaches upwards into space and, finding nothing to sustain it there, falls back into its proper place. And in this endless rise and fall, we see the start and finish of us all. Time flies through summer and … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin, Centre
Tagged butterflies, elephants, fountain, space, summer, Time
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THE FOUNTAIN
The Fountain The fountainreaches upwards into spaceand, finding nothingto sustain it there,falls back into its proper place. And in this endlessrise and fall,we see the start and finishof us all. Time fliesthrough summer and through wintry skies;measures elephants and butterflies,marks … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged birth, butterflies, death, fountain, nothing, space, Time, world
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