Do you see the beauty around you
as you wander through your day?
Maybe it's time to stop,
view the beauty,
that is set before you.

Before you plunge into the media driven
world of your day, stop!
You have time to view
the beauty of the day,
see the world, as it really is each day.

Ode To Lisa

Written a few months before
My daughter Lisa died
In a drowning incident
Related to her 'dark mystery'
Illuminated by this poem

She was very angry
But she wasn't sure why
Poured ***** on the flames
And watched them fly into the sky
She lived for a while inside the fire
Holding the hand of Joan of Arc
And they were both illuminated
In her dark mystery

Just before she became black ash
She stepped out of her furnace of fire
Slept a while, drank water
And forgot the flames

But in a little while
A spark from her old life
Ignited her hidden rage
And in desperation she escaped, again
From her conventional cage
Into her dark mystery

Sean Hunt
Windermere April 2015

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

I know some friends consider me
To be a dour dharma dude
That's ok because
As they say
Each to their own food
Or wine
Or entertainment  time
And their own rules
For love and hate
Of every thing
Like my silly little rhyme

One look in a clean mirror
Can give me such a fright
If all I saw were me
Out there
What a horrid sight!
That would be,
If all I could see is me!

Sean Hunt
Windermere Jan 7 2016

Sarah last wrote a poem
Around  New Year's Eve
I wonder where her poems are
They seem to have drifted
Very far
She has not been seen
Nor her words heard
Around the world
As they were
Last Year
I hope muteness is not
Her New Year's resolution
As a solution
To something
I wonder how is Sarah
The angry Poet
And how are the men
At the end of her pen

Sean Hunt
Jan 9, 2016 Windermere

Happy New Year's To All. Friend or foe, it does not matter. For my foes, happiness may come in the form of Karma and hopefully you are right with the world.

To All The Rest Of My Friends and those that read my words:

May the new year bring enlightenment on your life and expectations. Bringing you all the joy and happiness that can be enjoyed by one human.

Always travel the high road and keep the world in site.

in presence of you
in presents given me
which in modesty or not
I get on one knee
whether my religion
is non- conforming
to yours I see
all given as presents
of a spirit to me
I give thanks
to God
no matter
his religion.