Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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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
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
Freedom from the Pastis the Present.Freedom from the Futureis the Present. The Presentis a crack that runsthrough the universe.Into it everything disappearslike snowflakesinto a bonfire. For Māra’s people,the Presentis a mental spacefilled with memories,thoughts of the Future,sense impressionsand a random … Continue reading
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
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
In the Presenteverything gets donehere. From the window of the mind,the Future is therewhere the consequences wait. The mind invents this Futurein order to see consequencesthere, not here,and move towards them. If these consequencesare seen as essentialand realisable,the mind is … Continue reading
Remembranceis invalidunlessit goes right back to the beginning. Cats know thisand complete their lives in the present. Humans don’twhich makes their workincompleteand invalid;a building lacking its foundation. .
THENDear God,Please help meTo help themTo help us! NOWDear God,Please help meTo help themTo help ME! .
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