Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: Mara
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
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
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
Freedom from the Pastis the Present.Freedom from the Futureis the Present. The Presentis a crack that runsthrough the universe.Into it everything disappearslike snowflakesinto a bonfire. For Māra’s people,the Presentis a mental spacefilled with memories,thoughts of the Future,sense impressionsand a random … Continue reading
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