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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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HEAD AND HEART
If the Head leads,it breeds a webin which the Ego lurksto catch its prey. And the Heart pales away. If the Heart rules,the sticky webtransforms into safety netthrough which the Egoshrivels into the Void. .
THE HEART OF DARKNESS
The explorer draws his mapand plunges into space.Why should he stumble onat every fresh mishapand draw back in blank surpriseas the landscape he has createdis revealed before his eyes? Having nailed his mirrorin its placefirmly to the wall,why the sudden … Continue reading
Posted in Bamboo Leaves
Tagged Bamboo Leaves, darkness, explorer, face, heart, horror, landscape, mirror, space, surprise, terror
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CHINA BOUND GIRL
China-bound girl,not-yet-happiness-made-her-found girl.Airport-station-taxis girl,brand-new-outside-sensations girl.Three-plus champagnes-anything can-do girl,anywhere-go preferably-Katmandu girl.From-past-sadness-ever-fleeing girl,balanced-on-the-very-edge-of seeing girl.Wonderful-from-the-very-beginning girl,so-afraid-of–losing-she-must-be-always-winning girl.So-shy-her-confidence-is overwhelming girl,she-keeps-her-captains-firmly-at-their-helms-ing girl. China-bound girl,Love at her heels,how does she think what she knows she feels?Glides like an image one flower ahead of sorrow,floating through … Continue reading
Posted in Oxford Blues
Tagged China, customs, fun, happiness, heart, Katmandu girl, love, shadows, sorrow, sun
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IF WE ARE ONE
If my heart and your heart are one and the samethen my smiling at you will make you smile,and love will breed love, and anger tame,and all will be peaceful in a short while. If we are one, there can … Continue reading
PURITY
In the dark tabernacle,a shaft of sunlightillumines the heartand shines througha million years of dust. Clouds and clouds of swirlingdustspirallingthrough the lightwhich spills in a golden poolon damp, grey stone and iron rust. When the light movesit does not take … Continue reading
REAL SUN
The fiery sun burns downand leaves its reflectionin every bucket of waterand bathing pool. The real sun has its placeleaves no reflectionin every heartof every living thing. .
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged bathing pool, Brian Taylor, every living thing, fiery sun, heart, real sun, reflection, sun, water
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NORMAL
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
Posted in Blondin
Tagged alive, all is for the Norm, Blondin, clinging, eternal singing, grasping, heals, heart, letting go, new flesh, Normal, normal world, normality, old flesh, pain, pain shines through, prophet, shadow
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GUESTS
Who are the deadI have not reached(or been unable to find)who wait with such patiencein quiet corners of my mind? Seek with the mindyou get thoughts.Seek with the heartyou get understanding.Speak with thoughtsyou reach a man’s mind.Speak with understandingyou reach … Continue reading
Posted in Oxford Blues
Tagged dead, guests, heart, mind, patience, quiet corners, seek, thoughts, understanding
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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
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Blondin, cling, dust, God, heart, Heaven, intercosmic, polar ice, rose, space, throne, treasures on earth, you
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SPRING
This spring-tide was not somethingto excite the sensesbut an overflowing of the heart.Pure joy.‘Love thou the rose but leave it on its stem.’ An overflowing of the heartwhich sees its images,reflected everywhere,existing nowherebut in itself. Always the sun shinesin Portsonachon,in … Continue reading
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