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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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HAVE A HAPPY WEEK!
“Empty-handed I comeand lo!the spade is in my hand.” In the illimitable VoidAll is destroyed(and Nothing is lost!). Everything appears anew:good seeds flourish(and evil too). They said to the Poetat his birth,“Go! Love!Without the helpof anything on Earth.” A naked … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged birth, Blondin, child, child's play, empty, happy, love, nothing, Poet, terrorise the world, void
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THE BALANCE
“Oh Life! Thou Nothing’s younger Brother!So like, one might mistake Thee for the other!” (Oh Death! Thou Sleep’s forgotten Mother!So gentle, one might mistake Thee for the other!) “Eternity is in love with the products of Time.” (The Sun shinesin … Continue reading
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle
Tagged all's well, balance, death, eternity, Life, love, nothing, sleep, sun shines, Time
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LETTING GO
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
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CALCULATIONS
Space you measure in feet and inchesand shoes by where your big toe pinches;seasons by cherry, rose and snow,when may comes and swallows go:empires by rise and fall of kings;weather by rain and drought and flood;dead trees by whether the … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged balance, beginning, Blondin, builder, calculations, dead trees, dragon sings, dust, Empires, houses, nothing, rise and fall, rose, silence, space, stars now born, your deeds
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SUNSET
Over and over, you and Isift the contents of our mindand try to findthe people we think we might have been. Try as we will, behindthe painted curtain,one thing is certain; Nothing is ever seen. .
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged Gnomonic Verses, nothing, our mind, painted curtain, sunset, think, you
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EMERGENCY EXIT
I must be present nowbefore I can have a past;I must be present nowto create a future then. If I still my present mindand exchange present thoughtsfor nothing at all,I have escaped past and futureand achieved a timeless peacewith no … Continue reading
Posted in Bamboo Leaves
Tagged Bamboo Leaves, escape, Exit, future, I, I am, mind, nothing, past, present, timeless peace
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PYRAMIDS AND SARCOPHAGI
Why did they spend so much time there in the anteroom of death?What could they prepare?Paper possessions as light as breath were too heavy for their dead to bear away from the fire. Why did they keep their eyeson pyramid, … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged anteroom of death, Blondin, breath, dreams, eternity, funeral pyre, identity, monumental keepsakes, nothing, pyramids, sarcophagi, shadow, wise
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SUDDENLY SEPARATE SPIDER SENTRY
STILLNESS isthe space between movementsthe crack in the universethe gloved handwith the artto pull aparttwo thin life stitchesand let a stab of nothing in.An eyewith sky behindfor mind,a face blind,a sunflower petal fallingstamen to earth;or bird-song-bird callingeither side of the … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged art, bird, blind, Blondin, brain, child, crack in the universe, dried blood, form, Life, lion lies with lamb, music, nothing, song, spider, stillness, suddenly separate, sun, sunflower, wanting, wet palette, whispering shells
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CUT INTO THE HUMAN WOOD
Cut into the human woodchop; pare;to find what is already there.Will the knife revealwhat we have outgrown?Or does the sculptor feelalong the veins and in the bonethe shape already in the stoneand gently, where the stone is brittle,cut only not … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Blondin, by birds rejected, chop, favourite picture, human wood, not too much, nothing, sculptor, sea, sky, veins
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A TREE CLIMBED OVER THE WALL
A tree climbed over the wallto give us its shade and its cooland asked for nothing back at all. Except, perhaps, the wall. .
