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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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NOW
Now.Sit down.Let go.Tomorrow’s now will be no more than thisanother was. Nothing is enoughto distractyour present thought. And your present thoughtis only movement between two points,a wave that leaves the water behind,plotted by an electrical mind. So take your nothing.Now. … Continue reading
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Tagged Now, nothing, thought, let go, present, wave, electrical mind
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TREE OF KNOWLEDGE
EGO’s been on his perchin the old Knowledge Treefor more than a million yearsand, through the power of its corrupted fruit,has eased its way into millions of human minds,filling them and their bodiesand everything elsewith millions and millions of tears. … Continue reading
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle
Tagged corrupted, dream, drunken, Ego, here, human, identities, minds, my task, Now, separatism, tears, Tree of Knowledge, wake up, you and me
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WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
It was different in the past.Especially in the village. Before you could readBefore there were newspapersBefore there was radioBefore there were telephonesBefore there were filmsBefore there was TVBefore there were computersBefore there were smartphonesBefore there was the endless whisperingof global … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged body, Brian Taylor, Church, computers, face to face, friends, future, global gossip, Hey, Imagination's Daughters, market, neighbours, Now, past, present, smartphones, suffering, TV, womb-tomb
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PARADISE LOST (AND REGAINED?)
In the Beginning, God walkedwith Adam in the cool of the day.Despite hearing the Truthfrom God’s own mouth,Adam did not heed Him. Later, God sent prophetsto be his tongues.Despite hearing the Truthfrom God’s own prophets,Adam’s descendants did not heed them.Many … Continue reading
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle
Tagged beginning, God, here, New Age, Now, paradise, prophets, punishment, reward, Truth
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HERE NOW
Here exists in SpaceNow exists in Time,so how can they be the same? New York exists in America (space).New York exists at five o’clock (time)say the Americans.But you can’t sayNew York IS five o’clockor New York IS America!(Unless you are … Continue reading
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Tagged America, bliss, butterfly, caterpillar, Chaos, facsimile, here, Hindus, joy, memory, New York, Now, preference, regret, sat-chit-ananda, space, Time
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EXTINCTION CRISIS?
Our creditors are comingcoming with all due speedand what they want is everything we thought we’d ever needin full and instant paymentfor our each and every deed. And though we cannot bribe them to make them go awaywe might put … Continue reading
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle
Tagged brave face, bribe, creditors, Crisis, deed, Extinction, meet, Now, payment
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EGO EGO LORD OF THE JUNGLE
My task(and yours)is(and always has been); to get rid of you and meto get rid of us and themto get rid of was and will beto get rid of should and shouldn’t beto get rid of might and mightn’t. Is(and … Continue reading
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Tagged dream, Ego, here, identities, Jungle, me, Now, wake up, you
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OWN GOAL
Cast up on a desert island,hut to be erected,food to be found. Making something I can call ‘my land’to protect and be protectedon my own ground. Another somewhereto be hot and cold in.A here (or there)to be young (grow old) … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, Cosmic Mole, desert island, footprints, my land, Now, Own Goal, seagulls
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TOMORROW AND TOMORROW
The pulling string,which is Time’s tether,bringsand bindsall thingstogetherin the contoured galleries of our minds. Piaf has been deadthese thirty years or moreand yet her voice is boughtand sold in any CD store. Yesterday and tomorrow,mingled joy and sorrow,are raw material … Continue reading
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Tagged autumn laughter, dream, dreams, Hamlet, here, infinite space, joy, king, Now, present, sorrow, Time
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