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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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HERE IS NOW
Here exists in SpaceNow exists in Time,so how can they be the same? New York exists in America (space).New York exists at five o’clock (time)(say the Americans).But you can’t sayNew York IS five o’clock or New York IS America!(unless you … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged America, bliss, butterfly, Chaos, consciousness, Egyptians, Gnomonic Verses, here, Hindus, New York, Now, sat-chit-ananda, space, Time
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WAVE MAN
For the waves that chatter on and on,and the waves that “go with the flow”,the ocean is still there,deep and still to the very seabed. Wave-Man is here all the time.His dreams come and go,sometimes it seems frenetically.What matters is, … Continue reading
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Tagged dreams, Ego, Gnomonic Verses, go with the flow, here, Now, ocean, Wave Man, you
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PARADISE LOST (AND REGAINED?)
In the Beginning. God walked with Adam in the cool of the day.Despite hearing the Truth from God’s own mouth,Adam did not heed Him. Later,God sent prophets to be his tongues.Despite hearing the Truth from God’s own prophets,Adam’s descendants did not … Continue reading
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Tagged Adam, beginning, God, here, New Age, Paradise Lost, prophets, punishment, reward, Truth
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SQUARING THE CIRCLE
How glad I amthat I am hereand not somewhere else. (If I weresomewhere else,I’d be here.) No escape, then! .
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged Blondin, glad, Gnomonic Verses, here, I am, no escape
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LEARNING
Learning out and learning inboth from now and here begin. Going back to change the clockyesterday’s secrets will not unlock. Writing plans on your diary’s pagemakes nothing happen (except old age). Singing old songs,reciting old parts,rights no wrongs,breeds more false … Continue reading
Posted in Oxford Blues
Tagged Blondin, clock, diary, false starts, here, learning, Now, old age, Oxford, Oxford Blues, plans, secrets
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MID-SEPTEMBER SUN
Dry and ripening: sea flat and shining like burning glass. Gulls floating like ducks on a giant’s pond. Small Coppers, Blues and Hairstreaks playing like blown leaves in parched grass. Victoria plums, blackberries. This is the turning of the year … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged blackberries, butterflies, cosmic seeds, ducks, dust, fear, here, plums, September, traveller
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HERE
NOW runs like a crack through the universe. Through it beings escape. Between each step Between each movement Between each breath Between each heartbeat Between each living cell Between each thought Between each impulse light shines. Through the crack that … Continue reading
