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Christopher Sanderson


Sant Salvador

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, undone

Maitreya

Droplets
Of water
On the leaves
Of trees

The rains
Have been and gone
The pool’s surface
Is still

Listen
To the unhappy hounds
Listen
To the distant traffic

Listen
To the fish jumping
Listen
To the birdsong

Look
Towards the temple
Look
Through the gaps

Between the trees
Look
At the swaying branches
As you sit still

The regimentation
Is all mine
Nature gives me the tree
Faultlessly and at random

Feel the gentle breath
Hear the trickling water
Wait, for the time
To share conversation

Taste the fruit tea
Taste the scone
With jam
With maple syrup

Turn the pages
Of the beautiful book
Pay for entrance, and
Meditation CD

Ask about
Maitreya’s latest project
Did he visit Japan
During last winter

Stop by his crystal garden
Spend a few moments
On a wooden bench
With feet, on the floor

Footsteps down
the strand

I smile and I see snowdrops
I see footsteps in the sand
I smile and I see snowdrops
I see footsteps down the strand
You flew me to Ibiza
You knew me back in Spain
You danced as Rigoletto
You danced with Spanish dames
I smile and I see snowdrops
And I smile and I see fame

You showed me to your sister
You said no way the same
You showed me to her mister
And said now he's fair game
I smile and I see snowdrops
I smile and I see pain
I smile and I see snowdrops
I smile and I see pain

You went off to Antigua
You went so far as Maine
You piped your own tobacco
You half near went insane
I smile and I see snowdrops
I see footsteps in the sand
I smile and I see snowdrops
I see tulips in your hand

You seem so far away, so far away
You seem so far away, so far away
So far away we go away, go away
So far away we go away, go away
I smile and I see snowdrops
I see tulips in your hand
I smile and I see snowdrops
I see tulips in your hand

I smile and I see snowdrops
I see footsteps in the sand
I smile and I see snowdrops
I see footsteps down the strand
You flew me to Ibiza
You knew me back in Spain
You danced as Rigoletto
You danced with Spanish dames
I smile and I see snowdrops
And I smile and I see shame

I smile and I see snowdrops
I see neon lights in Amsterdam
I smile and I see snowdrops
I see neon lights in Amsterdam
I smile and I see footsteps
Footsteps down the Strand

I smile and I see footsteps
Footsteps down the strand
I smile and I see footsteps
Footsteps down the Strand

Footsteps, snowdrops, tulips
And Amsterdam, down the Strand
Footsteps, snowdrops, tulips
Tulips in your hand

You seem so far away, so far away
You seem so far away, so far away
So far away we go away, go away
So far away we go away, go away
I smile and I see snowdrops
I see tulips in your hand
I smile and I see snowdrops
I see tulips in your hand
I smile and I see snowdrops
I see tulips in your hand


This is Just  ☊

This is just
Just, for
Just you!

Musk
Magic touch 
Touch of blue

This is just
In place of musk
In place of touch

For you
Never blue
I give you truth

That’s all you ever asked

Hidden from View

I will take the time to find you


If only in my mind
It is a kindness I might remind you
If only I had the time

Sweet scent of rhododendrons
Bitter taste of bitter fruits
Loops for to go meandering
How else to follow xenophobia

I will take the time to find you
If only in my mind

Blue-grey skies of tomorrow
Picked out sounds of lullabies lutes
Troops of wishful wandering
How else to lose xenophobia

I will take the time to find you
If only in my mind
There, with hindsight to remind you
To this cause I am resigned

Bridge across the sky

Thousands of miles away
Across so many seas
Where are your thoughts at this moment

Can you stop, just now
Think of this place
Across so many seas

Take a moment
A small mobile meditation
Close your eyes
Bridge across the sky

Thousands of miles away
Your muse, your love, your tree
Across so many seas

Did you feel the fleeting thought
Grasp that visualisation flash
Across so many seas

Less than separate minds
In splitting seconds bind
Touching skins together fly, bridge across the sky

Thousands of miles away
Your friend, your love, your free
Across so many seas

Caught that synapse strobing
Mind depths you were probing
Together across so many seas

Now there’s intermingling.
Souls engaged, lattice leaves, layers lingering
Open your eyes; you’ve bridged across the skies

Now there is no horizon

The waves roll over and roll over
Rolling across the curve of the shoreline
Stereophonic splashes, washing over, washing over

Silently the sodium lights glaze the ripples
Incidentally highlighting the ebb and flow
All the while, buoys and marker lights, bobble and flicker

Through the blowing open bathroom door
After Yentob on Freud
Only pretending

Wanting to remember this time
Wanting to describe the space
Describe the deeper feeling

Sodium at the seafront
At midnight
No other sounds

Sea moving, air flowing
Painting is the real thing
Painting is the real thing

A photograph could not capture
You know he is almost right
But behind me is the sink

And down below the window
A solitary moment of a stranger passing
Not captured by the flashbulb, nor now the painter

Both unable to synthesise all the view
Although with these words, words scribbled down
Beside the corroded, glass cracked single glazed window

Cream windowsill inside, words
Cream windowsill outside, words
Sky blue mottled paint, from interior to exterior, words

I can see out into the blackness
Describe that now there is no horizon
Write and say “now there is no horizon”

Describe an infinite dimension space, black space
A complete starless night sky
How could the painter paint, paint nothing

Without depth, without perspective
Would the photographer touch, touch up
The thousand miles of nothingness

Between here and the next continent
Enable me to remember the background sounds of
Beach bound pebbles crashing

Crashing like a sack of marbles
Realising the roar of the last motorbike
Alone he serenades, and together leaves the shoreline promenade

Pretty words and parting flowers

Then I rationalise it as jealousy
Making sense with no sense
There was I’m quite certain, there was a shaky feeling

Could I have been misled, for certain, or were you dealing
Pretty words and parting flowers
Remembering the movies, remembering ‘The Hours’

That’s when the balance began, began by getting lost
The red mist, angers languor, sense, loss
I sensed loss at any cost

Driving on to midnight, up country, over a fault free line
Up country the simmer settles, thinking process fettled
The madness mellows, swallows in the moonshine

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