Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: Mara
Because we have neglected muchwe finish up with such and such,surrounded by we see and touch.Because we have neglected much. Because we sit and dream (and dream)we cannot separate is and seem;images come in floods and teem.Because we sit and … Continue reading
Not friendly pretends to be friendly. BuddhaMāraMaya. Frees youEnslaves youDeceives you. You. .
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle Tagged Buddha, deceives, enslaves, frees, friendly, Mara, Maya, you Leave a comment
A poemopens a windowin the prison wall. If it’s not a poem,it’s just a pictureon the wall. Who paints pictureson the prison wallis surely in the gaoler’s pay. May all beings be happy!May they be free from ill will!May they … Continue reading
Posted in Bamboo Leaves Tagged bait, Bamboo Leaves, craving, free, friendliness, Gaoler, happy, Mara, poem, prison, smiles Leave a comment
Tinker Tailor Soldier SailorEveryman is his own gaoler;shuts the door and turns the key,ends up where he wants to be,looking at what he needs to seeyou for you and me for me. As Māra teaches so we are taught.As a … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin Tagged freedom, key, Mara, me, monkey, sinner, wandering mind, you Leave a comment
Wandering on. Through a waste of perils we have already faced, blown by the hot winds of desire, pursued by our own shadows, touched by the invisible fire, surrounded by supravisible foes. From waste to waste. From oasis to oasis; … Continue reading
Freedom Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Everyman is his own gaoler; shuts the door and turns the key, ends up where he wants to be, looking at what he needs to see – you for you and me for me. As … Continue reading
Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Everyman is his own gaoler; shuts the door and turns the key, ends up where he wants to be, looking at what he needs to see – you for you and me for me. As Māra … Continue reading