The end of gathering is scattering
The end of rising is falling
The end of meeting is parting
The end of birth is death

Then at the end of death there is a breath

The end of the end is beginning
The end of losing is winning
At the end of light is darkness
The end of the end is the start

With the beat of another heart

The end of winter is summer
After the moon comes the sun
At the end of work is play
The end of the night is day

The end of war is peace
The end of famine is feast
The end of wrong is right
The end of darkness is light

After we scatter we gather
Gathering ends in dispersion.
The end of day becomes night
And the end of a cry is a sigh

The end of peace is war
At the end of the sea is a shore
The end of peace is drama
And the end of samsara is nirvana

    Sean Hunt March 2017
          (First verse Buddha Shakyamuni slightly paraphrased)

Insubstantial
And Inane
Everyone
Is the same
In this game

Make space  
Inside your mind  
Find a place
To unwind
Breathe
Some air
See the stillness
When you stare
At the space
In there


    Sean Hunt   March 2017

Imagine
There is a law
Your own child
You never saw
Every mother
Given another baby
To take home
To love as her own

A new day
Has dawned
But
What is a ‘new day’
Anyway?

A slice of
Never-ending time
An irreverent
Rebellious rhyme

Coordinates
Are needed
To place one day
In the history
Of ‘me’

In a cave underground
Without a chime
Around
To tell us time
Pray
Tell me
Where is the day


Sean Hunt   March 2017

When our daydreams are all Lucid
The psychosis will be loosened
We will walk through all the walls
Our world will be translucent

We could count the atoms if we wished
In all the galaxies
And sail or surf every wave
In seven million seas

March 2017

There is a whole lot of babble in this Babylon