Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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Wu-Kih in a deck chair,enjoying the evening sun;contemplates the wonder therethat one and one and one makes One! Sitting on a mountain top,no-one else aroundmind and universe both stop;peace at last is found. Mee-soh struggling up the slopestrives with wit … Continue reading
Freedom from the Pastis the Present.Freedom from the Futureis the Present. The Presentis a crack that runs through the universe.Into it everything disappearslike snowflakesin a raging furnace. For most peoplethe Presentis a mental spacefilled by memories of the Past,thoughts of … Continue reading
War breaks outin the land of the golden calfor in the columnsof the Daily Telegraph. Peace is foundin cloister or hearthin intervals of waror the exhausted aftermath. Whateverdeclarations of waror articles of peaceare signed,they flowfrom the labyrinthine meanderingof the human … Continue reading
“God is good.” Not quite right.“Why not?”That follows the stumbling way. To the chopping off of handsin Mecca and Medina.Or to the world’s most valuable art collectionin the Vatican.Or to the crucifixion of prophetsin Jerusalem.Or to the brainwashingof the Poor … Continue reading
Freedom is peddledas though it were a path to Peace.It isn’t. Peace paddlesin Freedom. .
In Buddha’s sunlit laboratory(or Dhamma chamber),experiments by laboratory assistants(or monks)demonstratethat if you shine the lightof investigationon form, feeling, perception,thoughts and consciousnessand apply continuous mindfulnessat the very centreof the rising and fallingof these phenomena,all things are seento be without a permanent … Continue reading
What They died forhas not survivedtheir sacrifice. The fabrics of communities that were theirsare pulled apart by rough fingersof their unappreciative heirs. Their homes are bulldozedto feed the appetites of developers. Their schools are surrenderedto the Apostles of Materialism:Educational Factory … Continue reading
If you reconciletwo of God’s creatures,you forge a linkwith God himself. .
Magdalen’s groundsare full of life,full of space. Space, which is mownand cleared,tended and enclosed,its waterways unchoked,brown and sparkling clear. It is home to ducksand coots,to dragonflies and deer. Grass and paths and gatesand streamsand yesterday’s undergraduatesare waiting. Not for the … Continue reading