Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: letting go
STOPPING THE MIND
If stopping were easy,a thought beamproperly directedwould thread silentlythrough atom after atomand bring the entire universeto a standstill.An empty mirrorreflected in itself. If stopping were difficult,the spider mind would jumble on,piling thought on thought,trapped in its own web;the threads spreading … Continue reading
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Magdalen’s groundsare full of life,full of space. Space, which is mownand cleared,tended and enclosed,its waterways unchoked,brown and sparkling clear. It is home to ducksand coots,to dragonflies and deer. Grass and paths and gatesand streamsand yesterday’s undergraduatesare waiting. Not for the … Continue reading
Posted in Oxford Blues Tagged being, bless, deer, dragonflies, empty heart, eternal sigh, future, genius, letting go, Magdalen, Oxford, past, peace, space, undergraduates, waiting, Yes! Leave a comment
LORD OF THE JUNGLE
In the Jungle of the Worldand the tangle of the Senseswe build us hutsof mud and heartacheand make (and mend) our fragile fences.“This is ME! This is MINE!”is the burden of our song. We cannot see, still less define,that pain … Continue reading
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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Where it is thought that treasure lies,the mind is drawn because of ties. Where the treasure is not thought,no mind is born and nothing sought. .
Posted in Centre, waves Tagged letting go, mind, no mind, nothing, thought, ties, treasure Leave a comment
In the Jungle of the Worldand the Tangle of the Senseswe build us huts of mud and heartacheand make (and mend) our fragile fences. ‘This is me! That is mine!’is the burden of our song.We cannot see, still less definethat … Continue reading
SHADOWS OF ETERNITY
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
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If stopping were easy, a thought beam properly directed would thread silently through atom after atom and bring the entire universe to a standstill. An empty mirror reflected in itself. Not easy. Not difficult. A judicious response to the Problem … Continue reading
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Wildebeest, antelope and gazelle stand on the Plain of Serengeti where they can see only too well lying in the River Grumeti the jungle eye and hungry smile of the eternally waiting crocodile.
Posted in Centre Tagged danger, greed, insight, letting go, temptation, vigilance Leave a comment