Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: Heaven
is the eternal dancewhere those who lovefind one anotherand, taking their chance,reach up to highest Heaven aboveand down to deepest Hell. There is no higher happinessthan loving true and well. Toi et Moi sailtheir fragile boatwith single eyefrom birth to … Continue reading
All that once was livingpasses through molecular gauzeto filter out the elementsthat conform to the Laws of Physics. And what remainswill float awayand compel another birthin Hell or Higher Heaven worldsor back here on Mother Earth. But what is left … Continue reading
Looking with dispassion,with equanimity,with detachment,doesn’t it shine brighter than a thousand suns?And in every minute particular? The broken wingthe severed fingerthe uncompleted life‘the smyler with the knife’the loss of all things dearthe smell of fearspirochaetes, viruses and germsand the ever-chewing … Continue reading
My Lord Archbishop’sgrandfather was a German Jewish immigrant,among those who have sufferedthe sufferingsof his forefathers. My Lord Archbishop was educated at Etonamong those who have inheritedthe inheritancesof their forefathers. These included a Prime Minister who submitted My Lord Archbishop’s nomination … Continue reading
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