Beware
Of the right
They just love
To
*******
Fight

Meditation
Is an art
So it can be hard
For us to start

If we write reviews
And read critiques
Before we sit down
On our seats

Sean Hunt

Meditation is an art
But mostly
We forget
To start

The Lion points the way
Touching the ground
With one hand
Stillness within
Is found
Human confusion
Is all around
Us
But
Like leaves in the wind
We will all land
And touch the ground
One day

Sean Hunt   June 15 2016

How far away am I
From that place
Called
‘Stillness Within’
Suspended in empty space
Silence
Instead of the din
Inside
This place I will find
When the waters
Of my mind
Are unrippled by
Movements from below
                 Or
Movements from on high

Sean Hunt  June 14 2016

There is only
One job  
For me to do
To meet flesh
And go right through

I wonder
How many
Brother bullets
Have I in this world
Today
And how many new
Brothers
Are born
Every day

How many die
Because of me
And how many
Suffer injury

Good thing I don’t
Have a mind
Where I go
I don’t decide

Could be any soldier
But without his body armour
If he wears a metal hat
I couldn’t go through that

Could be a baby
In his pram
In Siam
Or Amsterdam
In London Town
Or Paraguay
But
More likely
In The USA

Could be
A newly-married girl
Anywhere in the world
Or maybe
A holy priest
Anywhere
In The Middle East

Good thing I don’t
Have a mind
Where I go
I don’t decide

Sean Hunt  June 13 2016

One job
For me
To do
Meet flesh
Go through

Sean Hunt  June 13 2016