Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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Over and over, you and I sift the contents of our mind and try to find the people we think we might have been. Try as we will, behind the painted curtain, one thing is certain; Nothing is ever seen. … Continue reading
“Empty-handed I come and lo! the spade is in my hand.” In the illimitable Void All is destroyed (and Nothing is lost!) Everything appears anew: good seeds flourish (and evil too). They said to the Poet at his birth, “Go! … Continue reading
Cut into the human wood chop; pare; to find what is already there. Will the knife reveal what we have outgrown? Or does the sculptor feel along the veins and in the bone the shape already in the stone and … Continue reading
Leaves from the Tree of Life; brown and withered, dried with growing old, dislodged by the touch of Time; or green, with veins still swelling with rising sap, torn free by an untimely wind. What are they, these dancing treasures? … Continue reading
STILLNESS is the space between movements the crack in the universe the gloved hand with the art to pull apart two thin life stitches and let a stab of nothing in.
A tree climbed over the wall to give us its shade and its cool and asked for nothing back at all. Except, perhaps, the wall.