Biography of Brian Taylor
Brian Taylor is a poet and philosopher presently living in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Brian Taylor's Works:
'Blondin & Other Poems' (2006)
'Bamboo Leaves' (2007)
'Oxford Poems' (2008)
'Going Out There is No Other' (1995)
'Coming Back There Is No Trace' (2005)
Gnomonic Verses 2013
'CENTRE The Truth about Everything' (2011)
'Vajras Dorjes' (2011)
'The Universal Octopus & Mr Tao' (2013)
Basic Buddhism for a World in Trouble 2006
Dependent Origination explanation of Buddha's Paticcasamuppada 2009
Sanyojana Buddha's Doctrine of Ten Fetters 2010
The Five Buddhist Precepts 1995
The Living Waters of Buddhism 1995
Buddhism and Drugs 1995
What is Buddhism? 1995
Basic Buddhist Meditation 1995
'Basic Buddhism For A World In Trouble' (2006)
'Dependent Origination' (2009)
'The Ten Fetters' (2010)
Brian Taylor Poems
The ugly sister, Alice, glared at the mirror with reflected malice; gave a grin and blew a bubble;
An Educated Crocodile Is Still A Crocodi...
Rabbit with a habit lived in a hole next to Vole.
The Heart Of Darkness
The explorer draws his map and plunges into space. Why should he stumble on at every fresh mishap
I, Me, Mine
In the Beginning (or perhaps a little later) there was I.
Nobody Will Hear You Dead
Nobody will hear you dead. It may be in time someone will remember
Viral Gossip Chinese Whispers
Meister Eckhart says: The eye with which I see God is the same with which God
Building A House
Of building houses there is no end with bricks and feelings thoughts and mind, using the universal glue that clings and sticks and binds.
The great stone Hall is silent that is now millennia old. Through the western windows shines a glorious sun.
What is that sound? Like the trailing of a fan through a silent anteroom?
Where Are You Now?
It was different in the past. Especially in the village. Before you could read
City Of Angels
Shafting sunbeams. misty eddies, towering, sculpted, shining chedis, thundering traffic, six lane highways, swampy, shabby, back-street by-ways,
The Sun Shines
The sun shines on the path silent and still.
Flowers Of The Human Spirit
A woman looks up from her place among the dirt and pollution of Silom Road and joins her palms together in salutation.
April was hot and dry. The red earth responded by blowing as dust in the wind.
The Breath Of Life
It is not Atlas
who carries on his shoulders
with all its teeming life forms
its cities and citizens
its poets and fools.
It is the breath of life
which fans the vital heat
each time it cools.
Watching the breath
you enter into that empty space
between Life and Death.