Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: dream
Because we have neglected muchwe finish up with such and such,surrounded by we see and touch.Because we have neglected much. Because we sit and dream (and dream)we cannot separate is and seem;images come in floods and teem.Because we sit and … Continue reading
POSTSCRIPT TO TREE OF KNOWLEDGE
EGO’s been on his perchin the old Knowledge Treefor more than a million yearsand, through the power of its corrupted fruit,has eased its way into millions of human minds,filling them and their bodiesand everything elsewith millions and millions of tears. … Continue reading
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle Tagged discover, dream, Ego, exist, Here and Now, identity, mind, separatism, task, tears, Tree of Knowledge, wake up Leave a comment
MY HEAD IS CLEAR TODAY
“My head is clear today,the heavy morning stayed awayor lost itself in sleep.Clear, open-sensed,I keepan eye where a light beambends round the sensesat the dreamy edges. In the slow growth, in the egg of a dream,in purple darkness,pushed up by … Continue reading
TOMORROW AND TOMORROW
The pulling string,which is Time’s tether,bringsand bindsall thingstogetherin the contoured galleries of our minds. Piaf has been deadthese thirty years or moreand yet her voice is boughtand sold in any CD store. Yesterday and tomorrow,mingled joy and sorrow,are raw material … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin Tagged bad dreams, dream, God, Hamlet, Here and Now, infinite space, joy and sorrow, king, mind, present, Senses, Time, tomorrow, yesterday Leave a comment
A face half in shadowin the gallery;sudden silenceamong the guests,candlelit at the long table below. Girlsserving sherbetin the caravanserai.Before the whirlwindin the sandstorm’s eyetears up the desert. A severed headand the black mask of the executioneron Tower Hill. Broken masts … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin Tagged dream, footprints, girls, guests, imprints, lifetime, mask, masts and sails, mind, pendulum, quietus, reunited, sea, shadow, silence, unfinished, whirlwind Leave a comment
HICKORY DICKORY DOCK
A girl pedals.A boy with the dream of her shirt in his eyerides the metal carrier behind,pressing her feet down with his. An individualist stays within call. My shoe cushions a small Chinese foreheadpressing down her eyesfor money.Another kneels her … Continue reading
RAINER MARIA RILKE
Fallen Angelsdream of blissand wonder howthatled to this. Lotus risesfrom the mud,spirit casedin flesh and blood. .
Posted in Blondin Tagged bliss, dream, Fallen angels, flesh and blood, Lotus, Rainer Maria Rilke, spirit Leave a comment
The great gates hangon broken hinges,the temples blaze,the walls are breached;the palaces have all been lootedthe end of a dynasty has been reached. Those still livinghave all been taken,women and children have been sold;the last king hangsfrom the palace lintel,the … Continue reading
EGO EGO LORD OF THE JUNGLE
My task(and yours)is(and always has been); to get rid of you and meto get rid of us and themto get rid of was and will beto get rid of should and shouldn’t beto get rid of might and mightn’t. Is(and … Continue reading
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WHAT IS WHAT?
A boatafloaton the streamof time. On either bankthe dream;a banquet for the senses.A blazeof colour and livingnessof music and messagesto tempt and amaze;enticements and instant memories;the enchanting voiceof the serpent. Afloaton the streamfrom nowhereto nothing. .
Posted in Gnomonic Verses Tagged banquet, boat, colour, dream, enchanting voice, livingness, memories, nowhere to nothing, Senses, serpent, Time Leave a comment