Our mind is like a field
Receiving many seeds

They can become  delicious fruit
Bitter fruit
Or troublesome weeds

The luck of a lottery
Sometimes surprises

Or good fortune may come
In other disguises

Only later do we see
With clarity
The truth of many
An unfolding
Seedling mystery

In our mind
Are planted
Many seeds

Out of sight

Sean Hunt  
Feb 26th 2015

Original Face

What did your original face
Look like
Before this life
The one that you had
Before your parents were born

Your primordial face
The one that has nothing to do
With the human race
Can you remember?

Expressionless?
The same as the rest?
Utterly unique,
One of a kind?
A ten?

Those were
Pre-'selfie' days!
We can only contemplate
In a  state of
Curious wonder
Ruminate
Hallucinate.

Sean Hunt
Windermere April 2015

I Need A New Name

I need a 'Protection Scheme'
Why?
Life is mafioso mean,
A very bad dream

I need protection
From the past
From the things that I have done
To almost everyone

I need protection
From the present
If I keep being me
I'll be tortured and tormented

I need a new mandala
I need a new name
Everything will change
Nothing will stay the same

I need a new name

Sean Hunt
Windermere December 20th 2015

One Day

Even though I know
You don't exist
Though I know I'm dreaming
I grovel and I grasp,
With a death-grip
At that cascade of pleasures
Dripping from your lip
I am a pathetic man
Seduced by lucid dreams
Tyrannized by
Stinking wishful thinking
Deceived by my delusions
Conned by human confusion
I know better now!
As healthy shame descends
I say, “One day,
One day I will part the veil
Or, better yet, burn it
And then I will see 'Reality”
One Day!

But not today

Sean Hunt  
Windermere August 2015

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

Either an Ocean

Or a Wave

You choose

To be


Sean Hunt  
Windermere
December 1st  2015

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

Had To Turn Back

Been there
Done that
I figured
For me
That's not
Where it's at

My meditations
Used to be
In a frozen
Space station
Somewhere far
From the destination

Had to turn back
Take another tack
Start looking
Through the light
In the cracks

Sean Hunt  
Windermere December 19 2015