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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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THE PAINTED VEIL
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
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Tagged Blondin, Bubbles, desire, empty, fire, Gnomonic Verses, Painted Veil, see, seeds, silent, thought, troubles
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THE BREATH OF LIFE
It is not Atlas who carries on his shoulders the world with all its teeming life forms its cities and citizens its poets and fools. It is the breath of life which fans the vital heat each time it cools. … Continue reading
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Tagged Atlas, breath, citizens, death, empty, fools, Life, poets
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ATLAS
It is not Atlas who carries on his shoulders the world with all its teeming life forms, its cities and citizens its poets and fools. It is the breath of life which fans the vital heat each time it cools. … Continue reading
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Tagged Atlas, breath, cities, citizens, death, empty, fools, Gnomonic, Life, poets, vital heat, world
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STOP!
If stopping were easy, a thought beam properly directed would thread silently through atom after atom and bring the entire universe to a standstill. An empty mirror reflected in itself. Not easy. Not difficult. A judicious response to the Problem … Continue reading
STOPPING THE MIND
If stopping were easy, a thought beam properly directed would thread silently through atom after atom and bring the entire universe to a standstill. An empty mirror reflected in itself. If stopping were difficult, the spider mind would jumble on, … Continue reading
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Tagged empty, letting go, mind, mirror, pain, reflection, spider, thought, universe, web
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REQUIEM: ARMISTICE DAY
This year the dead are blind and do not seem to hear our prayers. Nor do they seem to mind that we now own what they once thought was theirs. Here they shed no tear at all the pain they … Continue reading
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Tagged Armistice Day, dead, empty, here, Now, pain, prayers, thought
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