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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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AND ASHES TO ASHES
Mingled dust of privet and rose petalsswept by the windgathered into cracks and empty spacesalong the bottom of the wall. Mingled dust of hopes and memoriesswept by the mindgathered into cracks and empty spacesalong the bottom of us all. .
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle
Tagged ashes, cracks, dust, empty spaces, hopes, memories, mind, privet, rose petals
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WHAT IS WHAT?
A boatafloaton the streamof time. On either bankthe dream;a banquet for the senses.A blazeof colour and livingnessof music and messagesto tempt and amaze;enticements and instant memories;the enchanting voiceof the serpent. Afloaton the streamfrom nowhereto nothing. .
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged banquet, boat, colour, dream, enchanting voice, livingness, memories, nowhere to nothing, Senses, serpent, Time
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SEPARATISM
This flowering of the Human Spiritis a reaching outinto the empty wastelandof the egoic mindin search ofthe lost gardens of Eden. This fruitless endeavourto fill its wastelandwith memoriesof its past (My was)and thoughtsof its future (My will be) is stitched … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged Eden, egoic mind, future, Gnomonic Verses, Here and Now, Human Spirit, light, memories, past, peace, separatism, thought, un-separate?, wasteland
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FREEDOM
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
Posted in Bamboo Leaves
Tagged Bamboo Leaves, blazing, crack, dusty cobwebs, freedom, future, Mara, memories, past, present, snowflakes, sun at noon, thought, universe
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LA BELLE DAME
She filled herself up with roses on which she could dependand invited her boyfriends in;then opened the door at the other end and dropped them into the bin. She shut herself up with her memories,neatly on a shelf,or scattered about … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged boyfriends, could-have-beens, Gnomonic Verses, haunt, keys, la Belle Dame, memories, might-have-beens, roses, sad
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