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BAMBOO LEAVES: August 2013
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Poetry in Thailand By Brian Taylor. Saturday, 24 August 2013. Venerable Father of Seven Kings. The Venerable Luang Pu Soh. Is a famous teacher of meditation. He is eighty-seven years old. In the second year after his ordination,. While he was sitting in his kuti,. A large golden snake, six metres long. And as thick as a house post,. Entered the hut, slithered straight towards him. And lifted him up so that he was seated on its coils. It pushed its head into his body, but he felt no pain,. Through the air,.
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BAMBOO LEAVES: October 2012
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Poetry in Thailand By Brian Taylor. Friday, 5 October 2012. Always comes in February. This is the last. Of the twelve year cycle;. The Year of the Pig. Processions, dragon dances,. Fireworks and smoke,. The Chinese close their shops,. Do not sweep their houses. They put a spray. Of cream and purple orchids. They put peacock-eye feathers. In the Spirit House of Chao Ti. Hung up her baby. By its left ankle. She let it bob and scream. A silver coloured bowl. Someone caught the baby. Muslims exploded bombs,.
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BAMBOO LEAVES: BIG SNAKE
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Poetry in Thailand By Brian Taylor. Saturday, 24 August 2013. Venerable Father of Seven Kings. The Venerable Luang Pu Soh. Is a famous teacher of meditation. He is eighty-seven years old. In the second year after his ordination,. While he was sitting in his kuti,. A large golden snake, six metres long. And as thick as a house post,. Entered the hut, slithered straight towards him. And lifted him up so that he was seated on its coils. It pushed its head into his body, but he felt no pain,. Through the air,.
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BAMBOO LEAVES: November 2012
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Poetry in Thailand By Brian Taylor. Thursday, 29 November 2012. FLOWERS OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT. Bangkok Royal Temple Guard. A woman looks up. Among the dirt and pollution. Of Silom Road and joins. Her palms together in salutation. Someone has put two one-baht coins. In her plastic cup. Without looking at her face). One hundred yards away,. The British Club is going to cool. With ice for a Polar Swim. At 1100 am on New Year’s Day. 8220;Free of Charge. Free hot mulled wine.”. There is a double crash barrier.
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BAMBOO LEAVES: August 2012
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Poetry in Thailand By Brian Taylor. Sunday, 26 August 2012. Muslin wrap round a Bodhi Tree in Thailand. Khun’s house stands impermanently. By a large and ancient Bodhi tree. This has lent him its shade. Since the house was first made. And has spread its branches comfortably. Under such a tree was Buddha enlightened. Hundreds of birds come here. To watch the night fade. And the dark sun appear. Khun has heard of chicken flu. Seeing all those birds, he fears. That he might catch it too. The Council refused,.
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BAMBOO LEAVES: FLOWERS OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT
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Poetry in Thailand By Brian Taylor. Thursday, 29 November 2012. FLOWERS OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT. Bangkok Royal Temple Guard. A woman looks up. Among the dirt and pollution. Of Silom Road and joins. Her palms together in salutation. Someone has put two one-baht coins. In her plastic cup. Without looking at her face). One hundred yards away,. The British Club is going to cool. With ice for a Polar Swim. At 1100 am on New Year’s Day. 8220;Free of Charge. Free hot mulled wine.”. There is a double crash barrier.
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BAMBOO LEAVES: THE DYING RACES OF MANKIND
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Poetry in Thailand By Brian Taylor. Saturday, 29 June 2013. THE DYING RACES OF MANKIND. Ah Kah Tribal Women. When the rich see the very poor. They know it is time. To buy their valuables. Were driven out of Tibet. By the Tibetans,. Out of China by the Chinese. And out of Burma. Ah Kah people are very poor. And cannot offer much resistance. They make exquisite silver jewellery. Have been buying them. Ah Kah people have bright shining souls. Have been buying them. Although the missionaries,. The missionari...
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BOOK REVIEWS « UniversalOctopus.com
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The originality and brilliant sharpness of the terse, ego-shattering poetry of Brian Taylor reaches a peak in Gnomonic Verses. The Poet’s mixture of unrelenting (and playfully humorous) satire and intuitive insight aids us to see our (and humanity’s) true reflection – offering a rare respite from the circular track and indicating the way out of our suffering predicament.”. Linden Brough, Writer. Looking forward to reading more! A marvellous and truly stunning book! 8221; Tim Ormonde, England. May all bei...
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SPIRITUALITY, POETRY, BASIC BUDDHISM and CARTOONS. Formats include Hardbacks, Paperbacks and eBooks. The Universal Octopus and Mr Tao. Blondin and Other Poems. Coming Back There Is No Trace. Going Out There Is No Other. Basic Buddhism for a World in Trouble. The Five Buddhist Precepts. The Living Waters of Buddhism. THE FIVE BUDDHIST PRECEPTS. Brion Sweeney, Dublin. So deep… yet the message is revealing…. Min Sia, Philippines. BASIC BUDDHISM FOR A WORLD IN TROUBLE. Ken Ward, England. WORM’S EYE VIEW.
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ABOUT BRIAN TAYLOR « UniversalOctopus.com
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Brian Taylor is a Poet and philosopher. Who lives in Cornwall, England. And the Far East. I knew not where. On my way to. I knew not where. I had the good times. And the bad;. Be happy all the time! From I didn’t want. Making as I wanted. But then I saw. That where to led. To the end of making. As I wanted;. To a losing hold of. Of holding and remembering. So I chose to let go of. Before I lost,. And I chose to forget. Before I forgot to choose. And not remember the cost). To see if I could see.