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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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WAVES
Time drifts away,as mist fades on the mountain.The world itself is hardly more real,the living waters springingfrom life’s fountain run dry,leaving discarded bonesbleaching in the sun. There is no moleculebut strives to be the whole(or if it can’t encompass that, … Continue reading
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle
Tagged Brian Taylor, children, fantasies, fountain, friend, inner garden, Life, mist, mountains, neighbour, powers, sandcastles, sun, thoughts, tide, Time, whole
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REBIRTH
There in the dark, waiting.The unbornseeking their opportunity,moist earthwhere they can flowerand be carried along on the stream of unfolding consciousness. Only by constant vigilanceis the Bind Weedstored in the Dreamtime,abandonedto the stagnant backwaterof time-to come no more. .
Posted in Waves Talks & Poems
Tagged Brian Taylor, consciousness, Dreamtime, flower, opportunity, rebirth, seeking, Time, unborn, vigilance
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GET UNSTUCK
Leaves from the Tree of Life;brown and withered,dried with growing old,dislodged by the touch of Time;or green,with veins still swellingwith rising sap,torn free by an untimely wind. What are they,these dancing treasures? The more the tree creates,pushing and buddingout of … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Blondin, breathing, Brian Taylor, dancing treasures, feeding, get unstuck, hunger, sangsara, thoughts, Time, tree of Life, whole
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TEMPUS MUTAT
People differ in awareness of Time.Brazilian Indians have no word for tomorrow. Time is the measure of thingsmoving through space.Where there is nothing moving,not even thoughts,there is no awareness of Time. When a dog sees you after a gap of … Continue reading
THE HAPPIEST OLD
The happiest oldhave nothing and don’t mind.The happiest youngare old before their time.Few these. The others are behind their years,suffer thirteen-year-olds’ fearsinto their twenties,and in their fortieshave appetitefor sins of twenty. But not the bite. .
THE FOUNTAIN
The fountainreaches upwards into spaceand, finding nothingto sustain it there,falls back into its proper place. And in this endlessrise and fall,we see the start and finishof us all. Time fliesthrough summer and through wintry skies;measures elephants and butterflies,marks where this … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Blondin, born, Brian Taylor, butterflies, dies, elephants, fountain, nothing, rise and fall, space, summer, Time, wintry skies, world
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IN AND OUT OF WINDOWS
“In and out the windowsas we have done before.” Moving in and out of beingstopping just this side of seeing,in and out of life they pass,kestrel, robin, spider, mouse.Each their special shapes they wear,striving on from here to there.From here … Continue reading
GNOMON
The shadow of the gnomonslides at a steady rate.Even if the dial is ancient,the time itself is up to date.Though the train sleeps in the station,the sun just will not wait. And the ever moving sunand the clocks that tick … Continue reading
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
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
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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THE BALANCE
“Oh Life! Thou Nothing’s younger Brother!So like, one might mistake Thee for the other!” (Oh Death! Thou Sleep’s forgotten Mother!So gentle, one might mistake Thee for the other!) “Eternity is in love with the products of Time.” (The Sun shinesin … Continue reading
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Tagged all's well, balance, death, eternity, Life, love, nothing, sleep, sun shines, Time
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BLONDIN Poems 