Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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Waiting; the fires grow oldwaiting; fears grow boldwaiting; the third eye brightenswaiting; the old mind quietens. Patiently, the patient heals himself. .
Pain is in proportion to livingness.The more alive you are,the more it hurtsto live.This is normal. The young hurt mostbut mend quickest.New flesh healswhere old flesh withers.Young mind feelspain piercing and deep;often so deep that of itself it heals;a child … Continue reading
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