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Brian Taylor is a Poet and Philosopher who lives in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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FOUNDATION
The great Foundation on which all things rest is soon lost sight of, soon forgot, fails to hold man’s interest as entanglements lead to great confusion (due to the power of the great Illusion); until he cannot see what is … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged Be, brain, Foundation, grief, heartache, illusion, joy, let go, myriad images, pain, real, rest, sermons, silence, silent, space, stillness, void
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IT CAME TO MIND
“It came to mind,” She says. Horse or Rider? It came to mind. A flower of the Void? Or something that builds its web inside her? At Troy the Gods took sides making the Trojans deaf to Cassandra’s warnings. Wotan … Continue reading
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Tagged Cassandra, Horse or Rider?, labyrinth, mind, One, Siegmund, society, the Gods, Troy, void, web, Wotan
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SERPENTS
The Serpents dance hypnotically filling the Void with Thought. And in their game of wish-fulfillment the Sons of Man are caught. Slaves to the Dream Creations, enflamed by its Hot Desires, craving ever-new sensations, singed by the Ancient Fires, they … Continue reading
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Tagged Ancient, burning, Desires, dream, Gnomonic Verses, living, Masters, peace, serpents, slaves, thought, void
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HAVE A HAPPY WEEK
“Empty-handed I come and lo! the spade is in my hand.” In the illimitable Void All is destroyed (and Nothing is lost!) Everything appears anew: good seeds flourish (and evil too). They said to the Poet at his birth, “Go! … Continue reading
HEAD AND HEART
If the Head leads, it breeds a web in which the ego lurks to catch its prey. And the Heart pales away. If the Heart rules, the sticky web transforms into a safety net through which the Ego shrivels into … Continue reading
A POISONED CHALICE
Education breeds expectation. Expectation leads to frustration. Frustration is a suicide bomber. Flowers of the Void are not so easily destroyed. Insubstantial from the start, they shine on in each empty heart.
SILENCE
Opium heals, applying a chemical bellows to the Vital Heat; a golden silence. At what cost! Matchstick limbs out of Auschwitz, fever-bright eyes. Such sweet poison! Music heals, early music; Greek Olympian music. Clusters of notes with open phrasing dancing … Continue reading
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Tagged Blondin, Brian Taylor, Centre, dance, silence, sky, star, void
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