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 Jan 2016
Sean Hunt
Jerome Taheny says
That the word
'Unfindability'
Sparks
His imagination
 Jan 2016
Sean Hunt
Lama Leonard
Sing me a song again,
Before your life is over
Before you leave the stage and dive
Down below the clover
Before you reap the seeds you sowed
The wild world over
Between the alphas and the omegas
In bawdry nights inside bodegas


Lama Leonard listen to  
My song before you go
I've listened to yours since sixty eight
And now it's getting late
Ukulele days are numbered now
I  finally found my key
I'd like to know,  before I go,
You listened once to me

Sean Hunt  2013
I have been listening to Leonard Cohen's music since 1968.  I used to live in his neighborhood in Montreal, and we crossed paths in the very early hours of the morning in a diner.  He seemed to be in worse shape than me which was quite an accomplishment in those days.  We both pursued Buddhist studies, and meditated for many years on different mountains, he in California, me in Scotland and Spain.  After monkhood he hooked up with an exotic Hawaiian jazz singer many years younger than him;  I hooked up with a Spanish jazz singer many years younger than me.  I think we are both on our own once again.  There have been many curious parallels in our lives.  I see him as a very special person, an accomplished and humble spiritual seeker.  He is 82 and his impending departure from our stage (probably before mine) sparked this poem a few years ago.
 Jan 2016
Sean Hunt
Nothing is new
Under the sun
Our realizations
Come one by one

Inside my smoke
You couldn't find me
In all of your mirrors
You could not be seen

You didn't find me
I didn't see you
We came to the same
Conclusions

I was looking for someone who just wasn't there
The truth is you couldn't be found anywhere
Smoke and mirrors. we play the same game
Though we both call it by different names

Nothing is new
Under the sun
Our realizations
Come one by one

The script that was written
Was perfect for you
Your acting was easy
Nothing was new

When the shooting was over
And the movie was done
You stopped playing the part
But kept wearing the gun

I was looking for someone who just wasn't there
The truth is you wouldn't be found anywhere
Smoke and mirrors. we play the same game
Though we both call it by different names

Nothing is new
Under the sun
Our realizations
Come one by one

Sean Hunt
Windermere Jan 20 2016
 Jan 2016
Sean Hunt
Most of  the time
We have no eyes to see
Nor ears to hear
The world
Surrounding us,
The cacophony

We are bullied
And bruised
By blinders
Unwittingly fitted
By our many minders

Watch out
For willow trees
Through the day
Sit under one
And break away

Sean Hunt
Windermere Jan 19 2016
This poem was a response (comment) to 'Willow' by Katie who had the 'Poem of The Day' Jan 19th 2016
 Jan 2016
Sean Hunt
This is "The story of Me"
The person
You think that you see
Please
Try to find me
The person you think you see
Please, try to find me

Turn the world upside down
Look all around
The person you think you know
Who puts on a show
Slips through your hand
Like grains of sand
Like dust on the floor
Swept out the door
The ephemeral glow
Of an old rainbow
Some moments of sun
And all is undone

I was never here
Now let 'me' dis appear
I grasp at my self
Like beauty and wealth
As if they were real
As if they were true
I grasp at me
I grasp at you

I am only a name
I know this game
And every  thing
Is just the same
I know this game
I am only a name
And every thing
Is just the same
I know this game

Sean Hunt  
Windermere 2015
 Jan 2016
Sean Hunt
Watch my poem start
Without a theme

As I wonder where
The words will come from

And what they will mean

Maybe one thing for you
Another for me

Maybe nothing for some
And something for

A 'Fortunate One'

Sean Hunt  
Windermere
Easter Sunday 2015
 Jan 2016
Sean Hunt
The light is clear
Your eyes and ears
Don't see or hear a thing

Your mind will know
No where to go
No thing you have to bring

Now the funeral of youth
You focus on the truth
Of every single thing

No more roll, no more rock
Leave the starting block
This song you now must sing

Sean Hunt
Windermere 2015, November
 Jan 2016
Sean Hunt
You see an inanimate me,
Frozen in time,
Don't believe this subtle deception.
Focus well, my friend.
Watch the form of my face change
Ever so slowly.
In the ground of the coin
Surrounding me
I swim in a sea of minted metal
I walk through a landscape world
Breathing silver air
A regal persona
Looking like
A permanent phenomenon.
But I am not!
This is a lie!
I am worthless tender
On earth.
I am only a minted man
Don't pay me much attention
I'll melt away, one day
I am the coin,
The coin is me.
Now do you see
Who I am not?

Sean Hunt  
Windermere  2015
 Jan 2016
Sean Hunt
There's a reason, there's a rhyme
Behind the pantomime
I see something behind the scene
Do you know what I mean
Don't  fly too high, or fall too low
One thing you must know, it's all a shadow show

Nothing's the way that it seems
Just try to find me, and every thing you see
Turn every thing upside down
In the country and the town
Don't believe your eyes, they only tell lies
That goes for you, and me, and every thing we see

Nothing's the way that it seems
Even the dreamer is dreamed

Try to touch the things you see, try to touch me
In the end you'll be staring at air, because there's nothing out there
Human confusion we see, don't believe your dream
It's human confusion we see, don't believe your dream

Nothing's the way that it seems
Even the dreamer is dreamed

There's a reason, there's a rhyme
Behind the pantomime
I see something behind the scene
Do you know what I mean?
Sean Hunt
Windermere  Jan 13 2016
This began life as a song lyric.  It took a year for it to manifest;  I then realized it can be a poem also.
 Jan 2016
Sean Hunt
WE ARE ALL REFUGEES    2

We're not laughing when we're born
Or when we die,
We mourn and we cry
When we're born and when we die,
Yes, we mourn and we cry,
When we're born and when we die

We are all refugees running across  the Sea.
Everyone is running,
You, and me,
Trying to find a place
That's safe, and secure,
Where the air and the  water
And the people are pure,  

We keep on running away,
From every thing that causes pain,
Yes, we keep on running away,
From every thing that causes pain

We're not laughing when we're born
Or when we die,
We mourn and we cry
When we're born and when we die,
Yes, we mourn and we cry,
When we're born and when we die

In between we laugh a lot,
Sitting in the sand
By the sea of reality,
Surfing waves when they come,
One by one,  when they come,
On the sea of reality..
Every day we play,
And we surf on the waves,
In the Sea Of Reality.

On the beach, as we go, we should know,
Underneath there's an  undertow.  
On the sea, as we go, we should know,
Underneath, there's an undertow.
Down below, an undertow,
We should know.  

Sean Hunt
Windermere January 7th 2016
 Jan 2016
Sean Hunt
We are all Perpetual Refugees
Crossing the perilous Sea
Of Reality

Do we laugh when we are born?
Do we laugh when we die?

We do laugh in between
While we play in the waves
In the constantly changing Sea
Of Reality

Every day we play
And we surf
Those dangerous waves
In the constantly changing Sea
Of Reality

Though we should really know
And pay attention to
The undertow

Sean Hunt
Windermere Jan 4th 2016
To hear/see this poem recited visit:  https://vimeo.com/150658592
 Jan 2016
Sean Hunt
The noisy
Burp-filled
Extravaganza,
The fiesta
Of drama
And dance
And drink

It will not come again
For a few moments
For some

For others
For an infinity of
Unwanted moments

For others
It will not come along
Because they will be gone

For those who are blind
Like me
It will pass unseen

Sean Hunt
Jan 1st 2016 Windermere
 Jan 2016
Sean Hunt
Where is 'New Year'
Now?
Where was it then,
When in happened
It went so fast
It didn't last long
And we can't
Remember it now
Anyhow

It didn't last
Long enough
For a song
Or a sigh
Or to say hello
Or goodbye

What's it all about
A burp and a shout
A wonderland
******* wish
For all to be well
With everyone
Measurably
Better than the past

That didn't last
Long enough
For a song
Or a sigh
Or to say hello
Or goodbye

Sean Hunt
Windermere
12:00 am January 1st 2015
New Year's Day
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