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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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SERPENTS
The Serpents dance hypnoticallyfilling the Void with Thought.And in their game of wish-fulfilmentthe Sons of Man are caught. Slaves to the Dream Creations,enflamed by its Hot Desires,craving ever-new sensations,singed by the Ancient Fires,they sinkfrom brightness into embersfrom cinders into dust,with … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged Ancient Fires, dance, dreams, dust, Lust, Masters, Perfect Peace, serpents, sons of man, thought
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PARABLE OF THE TALENTS
(Matthew 25: 14-30) What are these talents?Nuggets of consciousness. How to make good use of them?Bring consciousness to where you are. Allow yourself to be a vehiclefor Divine Consciousness.Allow the Divine to see through you.Give it your eyesto see its … Continue reading
WHAT SHALL I DO?
There’s a lot to be said for a balanced worldstable and well-fenced-in,that plays early that prays lateand industriously fills the within. This world’s a strange place to find one another with alien flesh labelled father and mother.Flesh is just dustin … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged alien flesh, balanced world, Blondin, do?, dust, father, illusion, light-waves, lovers, molecule, mother, play, pray, soul, whole
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CALCULATIONS
Space you measure in feet and inchesand shoes by where your big toe pinches;seasons by cherry, rose and snow,when may comes and swallows go:empires by rise and fall of kings;weather by rain and drought and flood;dead trees by whether the … Continue reading
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Tagged balance, beginning, Blondin, builder, calculations, dead trees, dragon sings, dust, Empires, houses, nothing, rise and fall, rose, silence, space, stars now born, your deeds
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CORPSE IN MY ROOM
An old machineresting theremade of bits and pieces;whatever happened to be spareof water, earth and fire and air. An old machineconnected to the mains,switched on, is conscious of its pains. Switched off, inert,it does not know its ending;lies in the … Continue reading
POEMS
Poems are diamonds,everywhereembedded in living rock.You see themyou dig them outyou polish them. (Sometimes you don’t see them.) Polish them too much,they break into fragments,blow away,a handful of dust. (Each mote of which is a diamond.) .
TREASURES ON EARTH, TREASURES IN HEAVEN
The scent of the rosefades in the dry airand the roses themselvesshrivel and fall. The Rose Garden toosuccumbs to the developerand his high-rise flatswhich brush against the sky. Red bricks give wayto changing architectural fashionor a motorwayor a bomb. And … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, cling, dust, God, heart, Heaven, intercosmic, polar ice, rose, space, throne, treasures on earth, you
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HERE
NOW runs like a crack through the universe. Through it beings escape. Between each step Between each movement Between each breath Between each heartbeat Between each living cell Between each thought Between each impulse light shines. Through the crack that … Continue reading