Even my mind
Is mere appearance
To my mind

There have been a few things
I've been trying to find
That keep on appearing
To my mind

You
And me
And everything we see
Will be found unfindable
By you and by me

If I look for my house
Within it's parts
Start with the roof?
Then set it apart
And now the walls
Set them apart too.
Now the heart of the matter
The last resort
Maybe the floor
(Or the front door)
Now where is my house
Seen by me
And by you?

That house where I live
We will both find
Only exists
Inside my mind

And even my mind
Is mere appearance
To my mind

Sean Hunt
Windermere December 30 2015