Ode To ISIS

(in the Muslim religion if a man wishes to divorce from his wife he does not have to jump through the hoops that we have to jump through;  he only has to say to her seven times:  “I divorce you!”)

ISIS says:
“We love death as you love life”
Don't speak for me, please
Not everyone is as fond of life
As you are of death!

Life has horrors
And as some of us know
We are born and we die
Time after time
We think we come, we think we go.
Some of us know

The only good thing
About this life
Is we can exit forever
Like a man from his wife

I will not be reborn!
I will not be reborn!
I will not be reborn!
I will not be reborn!
I will not be reborn!
I will not be reborn!
I will not be reborn!

Sean Hunt    
2015 in Windermere

Maybe you're a child
Of a barren woman
Waiting for
A family reunion

One day you will know
There's no one home
And you have always been
All alone

Doesn't matter anyway
It's Ok
One day you will find
That you don't mind

You can run your own show
Make the rules as you go
Watch the people come and go
Without feeling low

You will never miss your mama
Because you made her up
There won't be any more drama
Now you know you've had enough

Sean Hunt  
2015 in Windermere

My Horrible Habit

My horrible habit of laziness
Chains me to the ground
In the epicentre
Of the circumference
Of my life

I do what I like to do
And nothing else
Expending all my energy
On myself

My inconsideration for others
For all my mothers
Is utterly unacceptable

I must tie my mind
To the stake
And burn my self away

Sean Hunt  
Windermere April 2015

Moment To Moment      
   or      
The Major Mental Mistake
or
The Cognitive Error

I need to watch
Moment to moment
For that major mental mistake
That I make
The cognitive error that
Causes all confusion
And disillusion.

Trusting my mind,
Trusting my senses
Is stupid.
They have proven
Time after time
Again and again
They were wrong
In the end.

Me here, thing there,
Thing free from me,
Thing will always be.
If I close my eyes
Thing stays.
Even if I go away
Thing stays.
This is the major mental mistake
That I make,
Asleep or awake!

Sean Hunt  
2015 January Windermere

Magician 03

Although I know
All my tigers
Are bounding
Out of
My dream machine
Pretending to be mean
Why do I run
Why do I scream
When my
Very own tigers
Jump out of
My very own
Dream machine?

Maybe I'm
To good a magician
Tricked
By my own illusions
But
I really should know
I'm just putting on a show.

When the curtain comes down
And there's no danger
To be found
I can't be running
'Round and 'round
So scared,
Of my own,
Shadow

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Dec 19, 2015

Lucy told me yesterday
I've got to live another way
The little bit of hair that's left
Is getting very grey

She said 'Flap that bodhisattva wing
You've got it all wrong
Your other wing, the wisdom wing
Is way too strong

You are long in the tooth
And there are two types of truth
There are two types of bliss
You're giving one of them a miss

Stop looking for laughs
Mr. Airbrush Man
You keep on covering it up
Whenever you can

Suffering is serious
And it's a sin to smile
While the mice are in such misery
All of the while”

She's not just a pretty face
She can be wicked with her words
Carving morsels of wisdom
That need to be heard

This has been forbidden fruit
For oh so many years
And I can't explain why
I've never given it a try

Maybe
Today
Will be the day?

Sean Hunt
Windermere December 17th

Essence of
Buddha's teachings
Succinctly stated:
No Self
No Problem

Imagine
An imagined ******
Outside the state
Of awakedness
In the middle of the night
With your eyes and  mind
Shut tight
Without a worldly boy or girl

Imagine
You can step between
Each microcosmic
Moment in time
Humming
The eternal
*******
Existential rhyme

Gaté  Gaté  Gaté

This is the state
Of everlasting
Awakedness


Sean Hunt
Windermere
(in the middle of the night)
November 5th 2015

Imagine having nothing to learn
And imagine having nothing to yearn
Imagine if you dream this dream tonight
And never ever wake to daylight

Imagine when you  sleep  tonight
Dreaming a world where every thing's alright
Dreaming this dream tonight
Saying good night, and  turning off the light

You're never too warm or cold
And you never have to get old  
Where's there's no need to eat at all
And where you fly high but never fall

Imagine when you  sleep tonight
Dreaming a world where every thing's alright
Dreaming this dream tonight
Saying good night, and turning  off the light


Sean Hunt
Ulverston 2013

I Am Like A Dream

I am like a dream
In the middle of your day
Arriving unexpected
Even when you pray

I'm tasked with terrifying you
To fill you up with fear
But don't believe anything
That you see or hear

I am an illusion
If you like you can relax
And realize it's all
A mere appearance act

But, you need to ask yourself
If the you you see
Is any more real
Than my me

Sean Hunt
May 31st Windermere

How well do we know the “I”
That we see
With our eyes?

The “I”
That we see
With our eyes?
Is illusory
For you,
And for me

It cannot be found
Even if you search
All around

What about the
Very subtle “Me”,
The “I” that
I cannot see?
The “I” that is really
'Me'

My very subtle mind
Is the 'I'
That I really need to
Find


Sean Hunt
Windermere, October 23 20125

Homage To Sarasvati

Consort of
The One
Holding in his hand
A raised silver sword
Who helps
slice
A momentary
Middle  way
Through your day

Woman of
The spoken word
And songs that are sung
Delighting the ears
Of all who hear
Gliding upon
The wings of a swan
Wearing a heavenly
Silken suit
With two arms holding
A lute

With the swish
Of his sword
Words of wisdom
And reverence
Words of aural
Eloquence
Igniting bliss
In hearers' hearts
Which through the channels
Slowly flows,
When wisdom words are heard

Sean Hunt
Windermere  2015

Here I am to sing my song
The one I've sung For O so long
From London town
To Windermere
I sang it there
I sing it here
I know the tune
I know the words
This is my song
You've never heard

I never wanted
To be seen
So many people seemed so mean
Some would wound me with their eyes
They cut me up
With little knives
The torture chamber
Was my world
But I was grit
inside a pearl

Now I know
It's all a dream
Why do I still
Want to scream
I wonder when
That day will come
When I no longer want to run
I know the day will arrive
When peoples' eyes
Don't feel like knives

I'm not a boy
In a new country
Who doesn't want
To be seen
Now there's no mum
There's no dad
There's no one
To treat me bad
My hair is gone
My hair is grey
And soon I'll go
To my grave
This is my magic
Shadow show
Where I make tigers
This I know

Sean Hunt
Windermere Nov 13 2015