teacher (the nine days of christmas day seven)

in that search

for heart and mind and soul

i had within me

some certainty

some doubt

some confusion

i settled on

the heart being where 

the seed of the poetry rises

the mind being where 

i root to find a context

the soul being where lies 

what i leave behind

in this conclusion

of heart and mind and soul

i have been given

the will for absolute life

the will for absolute love

the will for absolute inspiration

poems as prayers

from a non-religious person

yet someone trying to be

a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday

Christopher

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The Lodge at Doonbeg

The smoked salmon was placed neatly, atop the piled prawns in Marie Rose sauce

The son drank Guinness, sat beside his father, who chose a cocktail and a club sandwich

The girls (women) had a group photograph taken, charmingly, by the pleased to be invited gentleman

The car park didn’t reflect the clientele which the establishment might have hoped for, not a Maserati in sight

Odd to have built such a thing, to have let loose a constrained gothic architect, on the wild Atlantic coast

This is one memory, made on the very same day when many more memories will be made

There will be drives that sail majestically, straight as a dye, long ways down the fairway

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afterwards the morning (the nine days of christmas day six)

through the white clouded blue sky to freedom

leave behind the pink and purple grass

leave behind the working class

leave behind the midnight mass

leave behind all that old talk of freedom

i thought of you, and smiled

as i drove beside the golden orange hedgerow

it was a memory; deeper love

from my collective unconscious

which brought joy into my breath

sitting in the warm bright light of freedom

leave behind the anger of delusions

leave behind the air of confusions

leave behind the mindful intrusions

leave behind all that old talk of freedom

i saw your doppelgänger

in my rear view mirror, as i queued on the motorway

it was a memory; a fond journey

into my recent consciousness

which brought passion to my heart

drift into the refreshing silver grey rains of freedom

leave behind the mystery of the myth

leave behind the waiting for the gift

leave behind the need to probe the rift

leave behind all that old talk of freedom

i heard your sensational music

as a backdrop to a meditation prayer

it was a memory; of infinite essence

of time in contemplation, with you

my inspirational guidance

poems as prayers

from a non-religious person

yet someone trying to be

a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday

Christopher

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Photographs Not Taken

1. The column of slate

2. The cotton on the bog

3. The river under the bridge

4. The shallow waters

The idea ran its course for me, but feel free to take it up

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last post (the nine days of christmas day five)

As long as one is conscious, nothing temporary, no past experience, is ever truly lost

Hermann Hesse

i will always have the poem 

of the gentle butterfly

floating and fluttering in the garden

i can draw on the beauty and emotion

of moments and spaces that only ever

truly existed within my imagination

i will always have the song

of a beautiful woman walking 

strolling through the headland meadow

i am taken to summers near and far away

both real, and from that immense

and infinite land of make believe

i will always have the images

of spiritual paintings

a time, of both then and now, when

i may retreat to a peaceful meditative place

with time and peace to encourage my practice

to flower with the energy and love of my mind

poems as prayers

from a non-religious person

yet someone trying to be

a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday

Christopher

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