Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: desire
Even in all your fine regalia,hint of blue and buzzing wingall the trappings of your kind,you are far from being a substantial thing,and all your efforts end in failure.All entomic paraphernalia,proboscis, thorax, abdomen, wings that fly,six legs, antennae, multi-faceted eye,are … Continue reading
Wandering on through a wasteof perils we have so often faced,blown by hot winds of desire,pursued by our own shadows,touched by the invisible fire,surrounded by supravisible foes. From waste to waste.From oasis to oasis.And every place ispopulated by its demons … Continue reading
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
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
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
When the fires are raging,don’t add fueland the two worlds(the inner and the outer)subside into their natural state. When the dogsof dissension and desireare sleeping,don’t wake themand the world is already cool and quiet. .
There is the fire that consumesand the fire that illumines. There is Desireand there is Love. Those motivated by Desiresee things they wish to possess,things they do not wish to possess,and other things –of no interest whatsoever. Those motivated by … Continue reading
Sitting on the spokes,he cannot see the wheel clearly,being part of the movement. And the grasshopper shall be a burden. At the still point of the turning wheel,Desire fails and the axle polebecomes an observation postfor the solitary soul. And … Continue reading
When the fires are raging, don’t add fuel and the two worlds (the inner and the outer) subside into their natural state. When the dogs of dissension and desire are sleeping, don’t wake them and the world is already cool … Continue reading