Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
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Babies do not crythrough choice.It’s just their suffering giving voice;wishing to share itwith someone like you who can bear it. In Latin this someone is called mater. Nowaday’s-English comes much later,and I cannot find a word to translate her. .
Tinker Tailor Soldier SailorEveryman is his own gaoler;shuts the door and turns the key,ends up where he wants to be,looking at what he needs to seeyou for you and me for me. As Māra teaches so we are taught.As a … Continue reading
I wish I was a millionairecould take it all and give it youand you and youand you and you and youand send you off to let you dojust what it is you want to. Use it and be right. And … Continue reading
You are at peaceand someone comes,thoughtless not unkind,and jogs you with his moment;demands your recognition,your admission,your consentto his place in your mind. What do you do?What harm has he doneto you?What calm had you wonand no room for him inside? … Continue reading
Look for it, you will not find.Flee it, you cannot escape.It shines, unbidden in your mind,is both the shadow and the shape.You cannot hold, or change or lose it.You cannot welcome or refuse it.You did not make or break or … Continue reading
The Juggler throwshis batons at the sun.The sky throws them back againlike rain,each and every one. Surely by now he knowswhat it is he’s gaining? Come Mr. Juggler,look at it from your point of view,just how long has it been … Continue reading
“There’s nothing either good or badbut thinking makes it so.” And riding on that apophthegm,to lower worlds they gountil the pain compresses themand makes them scream out, “No!” There is some truth in points of view,that what seems good to … Continue reading
My task(and yours)is(and always has been); to get rid of you and meto get rid of us and themto get rid of was and will beto get rid of should and shouldn’t beto get rid of might and mightn’t. Is(and … Continue reading
In the Beginning(or perhaps a little later)there was I. And then, because I was lonely,there was me. And we got on like a house on fire!And, so that we could have something in common,there was mine.And we got on like … Continue reading
Over and over, you and Isift the contents of our mindand try to findthe people we think we might have been. Try as we will, behindthe painted curtain,one thing is certain; Nothing is ever seen. .