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Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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WAVES AND SPARROWS
Even the smallest wave or rippleis supportedby the whole ocean. Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings?And not one of themshall fall to the groundwithout your Father. If the waves would cease to wave(and leave their waving behind),they would … Continue reading
Posted in Gnomonic Verses
Tagged father, gain everything, Gnomonic Verses, lose nothing, ocean, sparrows, two farthings, waves
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UNFINISHED
A face half in shadowin the gallery;sudden silenceamong the guests,candlelit at the long table below. Girlsserving sherbetin the caravanserai.Before the whirlwindin the sandstorm’s eyetears up the desert. A severed headand the black mask of the executioneron Tower Hill. Broken masts … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Blondin, consciousness, dream, executioner, footprints, GALLERY, girls, imprints, lifetime, masts and sails, pendulum, sailors, shadow, unfinished, waves, whirlwind
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UNIVERSAL OCTOPUS
Each tentacle that used to be anonymousis now, by mutual consent, autonomous.They may, at first, behave like fools,but they’ll get better as they learn the rules. The Golden Rule shines brighter than the Sun– one and one and one makes … Continue reading
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Tagged anonymous, Deva, fools, Golden Rule, mind, One, shining world, soul, spider sentry, sun, tentacle, thought, Universal Octopus, waves, whole
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GUIDE BOOK
“In Chiangmaithere are many shapeful chedisin which nowhere can be seen.” Is stillness somethingor is it merelywhat’s left overwhen thingsdisappear? How can thingswhich are ever-moving,ever-changing,not be? Stillness is complete and perfectwhen boundaries disappear. Cattle do not feelthe farmyard gatepressing againsttheir … Continue reading
THE CIRCLE LINE
Round and round the Circle Linein endless pursuit of me and mine.Familiar scenes go hurtling past,each new vision much like the last;grief and suffering, hate and paincoming round again and again. Where are the stops where the doors slide backand … Continue reading
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Tagged Brian Taylor, Circle Line, circular track, decision time, Exit, grief and suffering, hate and pain, me and mine, respite, stations, waves, way out
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WAVES
Time drifts away,as mist fades on the mountain.The world itself is hardly more substantial.The living water springingfrom life’s fountain runs dry,leaving discarded bonesbleaching in the sun. Molecules of arms and legs and brainare rebels all and would be free againand … Continue reading
FREE CHOICE
The waves come tumbling, hiss and roar, the southwest wind begins its blow. The old grey fisherman on the shore stares at each billow and asks once more, “Tell me, which one’s Joe?” The lettuces stand in rows quite straight, … Continue reading
