Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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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
There’s a lot to be said for a balanced worldstable and well-fenced-in,that plays early that prays lateand industriously fills the within. This world’s a strange place to find one another with alien flesh labelled father and mother.Flesh is just dustin … Continue reading
Certainly, the religions of the Worldall came into existenceto purify the world of egoyet have ended up as pyramidswith super-egos sitting on topusing the original teachingsto consolidate their precarious positionsand feed/gorge themselves and their allies. Maybe, in the end, to … Continue reading
Wind blows;a thousand drops of water fly out into spaceeach drop a perfectly cohesive separateness.Wind falls. Each drop sinks into the ocean. Indistinguishable from the sea. Christians and Moslems do not have individual souls.Their separateness is leased from the Inseparable … Continue reading
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
You can’t go through the ceiling? You are holding onto the settee. You can’t go through the Eye of the Needle? You are a fully loaded camel. You come to a fork in the road and cannot decide whether to … Continue reading