Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: freedom
Man invents and Man becomesthe slave of his invention –Time-clock invention.Maintenance and breakdown.Marriage the chains of Marital Fidelity.Governments and the lawsof taxes and repression.Medical Science and the slaveryof Pharmaceutical Propaganda.Money. Clothing, the Tyranny of Brand Names,clothing factories for Indian children.Agriculture … Continue reading
Power aimsat Freedom To;finds itselfon a collision coursewith all the other Freedoms Tothat inhabit gods and men and beast;storm and drought and pestilence;sickness, old age and death. Wisdom aimsfor Freedom Fromdiscovers that all the competing Freedom To’sstruggle within the stadium … Continue reading
Freedom is peddledas though it were a path to Peace.It isn’t. Peace paddlesin Freedom. .
Freedom from the Pastis the Present.Freedom from the Futureis the Present. The Presentis a crack that runsthrough the universe.Into it everything disappearslike snowflakesinto a bonfire. For Māra’s people,the Presentis a mental spacefilled with memories,thoughts of the Future,sense impressionsand a random … Continue reading
“Many are called but Few are chosen!” Not quite. ?????? Many are chosenbut Few Choose. Quite Right! .
The Tree of Life is flowering;clusters of yellow showeringgolden petalsin seasonal abundanceon bare roads. One hundred and twenty-one Burmese,including fourteen children,travelled east looking for workin a locked air-tight container;twelve square metresof standing,enduringjolting pot-holed tracksand double- backs. When the ventilator failed,they started … Continue reading
We raised our hats to you, Mr Lincoln.We believed every word that you said.And when life spilled into darknessin a night of theatre,we believed, even though you were dead. From the decay that was Europe, we sent you our sonsto escape from … Continue reading
Products of the Pastare apparent all around us.All of them outlastand eternally surround us. The Past for its own sakeis always out of view,following in the wakeof something always new. Looking for the Past itself,records are all you find;fossil, video, … Continue reading
The fretful Tiger in a rageprowls the confines of his cage.Do not feed him. Pass him by.And, of himself, he’ll surely die. The Gypsy, with her crystal ball,promises to tell you all.Do not cross her palm with gold.Leave your future … Continue reading
If you put a cat in a cage and lock the door and it stretches and rolls over on its side and falls asleep, you have not yet succeeded in taking away its freedom.