Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: pain
If stopping were easy,a thought beamproperly directedwould thread silentlythrough atom after atomand bring the entire universeto a standstill.An empty mirrorreflected in itself. If stopping were difficult,the spider mind would jumble on,piling thought on thought,trapped in its own web;the threads spreading … Continue reading
In the Jungle of the Worldand the tangle of the Senseswe build us hutsof mud and heartacheand make (and mend) our fragile fences.“This is ME! This is MINE!”is the burden of our song. We cannot see, still less define,that pain … Continue reading
This yearthe dead are blindand do not seem to hearour prayers.Nor do they seem to mindthat we now ownwhat they once thought was theirs. Herethey shed no tearat all the painthey left behind. Now,when they come again,they only findechoes of … Continue reading
…A flowering of the human spiritin which Evil torments and exploitsas much of Creation as it can reach. …A development of Freedom To,when the corner stone of Ethics is discarded,that proliferates and insinuatesto as near Absolute Power as it can … Continue reading
I wish I was a millionairecould take it all and give it youand you and youand you and you and youand send you off to let you dojust what it is you want to. Use it and be right. And … Continue reading
is the eternal dancewhere those who lovefind one anotherand, taking their chance,reach up to highest Heaven aboveand down to deepest Hell. There is no higher happinessthan loving true and well. Toi et Moi sailtheir fragile boatwith single eyefrom birth to … Continue reading
Flaws upon a face;each indicate a placewhere pain and sorrow grewas an eddy of death-in-life flowed through. Monitor the mindthat scatters the leaves the wind destroyed.Monitor the mindthat blows its dead selves through the Void. Each imperfectionis a recollectionof where … Continue reading
‘Going out there is no other,coming back there is no trace’.Love and care for one another,smooth the sadness from her face. Like Orestes how she travels!Light-foot ever, onward roams;as the skein of life unravels,everywhere she makes her homes. Loves she … Continue reading
Deep down to deathwith every breathand not one morefor any faith. His skin has lost a glossy look.He only feels his single painand waits for nothingto come back again. .