Essence of
Buddha's teachings
Succinctly stated:
No Self
No Problem

Imagine
An imagined ******
Outside the state
Of awakedness
In the middle of the night
With your eyes and  mind
Shut tight
Without a worldly boy or girl

Imagine
You can step between
Each microcosmic
Moment in time
Humming
The eternal
*******
Existential rhyme

Gaté  Gaté  Gaté

This is the state
Of everlasting
Awakedness


Sean Hunt
Windermere
(in the middle of the night)
November 5th 2015

Imagine having nothing to learn
And imagine having nothing to yearn
Imagine if you dream this dream tonight
And never ever wake to daylight

Imagine when you  sleep  tonight
Dreaming a world where every thing's alright
Dreaming this dream tonight
Saying good night, and  turning off the light

You're never too warm or cold
And you never have to get old  
Where's there's no need to eat at all
And where you fly high but never fall

Imagine when you  sleep tonight
Dreaming a world where every thing's alright
Dreaming this dream tonight
Saying good night, and turning  off the light


Sean Hunt
Ulverston 2013

My mind,
Like a wound,
Hurts me when you move

I Am The Book

I am the book, that you read, in the afternoon
By the light of the day,  
Or at night by the light of a bright moon.

If you close your eyes,  I will steal away
But I will return, when you open them, again.

You hold me in your hands,  so you know me very well
You read me every day, and you have a tale to tell

I ask you where am I, when your eyes are open wide
You show me, but what about when your eyes are shut tight?

The book you see, is it the cover, hard-bound or soft?
You will tell me, no, no, definitely not!

I ask you then, am I page one? You say that I am not,
You say the same about the others, to the last page that you bought

We agree, you and me, that I am not a page
I sing Hallelujah!, Oh happy happy day!

You may say I'm a collection, of things that are not me
You must contemplate, and meditate on this impossibility!

I come from your imagination

I'm your creation,  “wonderful” !  (If I may say),
But on the day of your enlightenment, I will stay away.
Along with every 'thing', that you see, today

Sean
2015 in Windermere

I Am Like A Dream

I am like a dream
In the middle of your day
Arriving unexpected
Even when you pray

I'm tasked with terrifying you
To fill you up with fear
But don't believe anything
That you see or hear

I am an illusion
If you like you can relax
And realize it's all
A mere appearance act

But, you need to ask yourself
If the you you see
Is any more real
Than my me

Sean Hunt
May 31st Windermere

I Am A Rainbow
I come and I go.
Where from where to?
Few know
You think you see me up in the sky
Touching the ground, from on high
In days of old, tales were told
They say at my feet,
Lay pots of gold
If you search, you'll not find any thing
The gold is illusory, just like me
Fondness for foibles, fiction and fable
You've been hoodwinked, I'm unstable
I look down below and what do I see?
People coming and going just like me
They think they're different; they don't know?
We are the same, we're all rainbows
We wear our art, iridescent garb
Like sound in a seashell
We're all special
Hello and goodbye my colorful friend
We will meet again, in the end.

Sean Hunt  
Windermere  May 2015

Homage To Sarasvati

Consort of
The One
Holding in his hand
A raised silver sword
Who helps
slice
A momentary
Middle  way
Through your day

Woman of
The spoken word
And songs that are sung
Delighting the ears
Of all who hear
Gliding upon
The wings of a swan
Wearing a heavenly
Silken suit
With two arms holding
A lute

With the swish
Of his sword
Words of wisdom
And reverence
Words of aural
Eloquence
Igniting bliss
In hearers' hearts
Which through the channels
Slowly flows,
When wisdom words are heard

Sean Hunt
Windermere  2015

Here I am to sing my song
The one I've sung For O so long
From London town
To Windermere
I sang it there
I sing it here
I know the tune
I know the words
This is my song
You've never heard

I never wanted
To be seen
So many people seemed so mean
Some would wound me with their eyes
They cut me up
With little knives
The torture chamber
Was my world
But I was grit
inside a pearl

Now I know
It's all a dream
Why do I still
Want to scream
I wonder when
That day will come
When I no longer want to run
I know the day will arrive
When peoples' eyes
Don't feel like knives

I'm not a boy
In a new country
Who doesn't want
To be seen
Now there's no mum
There's no dad
There's no one
To treat me bad
My hair is gone
My hair is grey
And soon I'll go
To my grave
This is my magic
Shadow show
Where I make tigers
This I know

Sean Hunt
Windermere Nov 13 2015

Gaze At A Face

Extend your gaze
At any face
For a while
Beyond the
Politically correct
Deadline

The longer you gaze
At a face
The more it changes
Eventually
You may find
You experience fright
And turn away

If you stay
And do not escape
Something new
Will be revealed for you
About the person
Behind the face

You may finally know
The part you play
In the
Person production game

Sean Hunt
Windermere April 2015