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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Shaun And The Highly Strung Arabian Mare

He came from the mountains, to build a house of stone, he took us to the loch side, and told of the eccentric lady’s home

She returned without her family, she chose to leave them behind, she was an abstract painter, and the most determined gardener he did find

She wrapped flowers in wool and cotton, to save them from the night, with all her love she tended, during long winters lack of light

We twist and turn through the passes, with stories of his working life, of the mountains blue and gold reflections, in cities far and wide

He tells of buying horses, and this diamond mare he found, he tells of having to break her, yet with excitable tenderness she did rebound

He is here and he is home now, but the money it cannot last, once more he will travel, for his labour is the sole provider for his loved and loving caste

From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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sant salvador (the nine days of christmas day four)

my window faces

the rising sun

this gift of life

each day is spun

i hear your footsteps

in my mind

this gift of peace

such joy to find

silent mornings

in my arms

this gift of love

brings me calm

i see you pray

you alone

this gift of time

carved in stone

my window faces

the setting sun

this gift of words

unspoken, quietly undone

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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After the Drink

What is The Peace

What is The War

What is The North

What is The South

And what is it, to have come on so strong

From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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about doubt (the nine days of christmas day three)

i write these words for you, yet

i ask myself

do i write these words for you alone

i raise an image; a thin, merino wool cardigan

with its sleeve rolled back

to show off your suntanned arm

if i give these words and this image to you

should i ask myself

do i give these gifts for you alone

i recover a memory, from many thousands

yet i ask myself

will i always be able to recover memories for you alone

i project a vision, during meditation

your face, in bright moonlight and clouds

symbolic of the love i am being asked to give out

if i offer these memories and visions to you

should i ask myself

are these recoveries and projections for you alone

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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