Lucy told me yesterday
I've got to live another way
The little bit of hair that's left
Is getting very grey

She said 'Flap that bodhisattva wing
You've got it all wrong
Your other wing, the wisdom wing
Is way too strong

You are long in the tooth
And there are two types of truth
There are two types of bliss
You're giving one of them a miss

Stop looking for laughs
Mr. Airbrush Man
You keep on covering it up
Whenever you can

Suffering is serious
And it's a sin to smile
While the mice are in such misery
All of the while”

She's not just a pretty face
She can be wicked with her words
Carving morsels of wisdom
That need to be heard

This has been forbidden fruit
For oh so many years
And I can't explain why
I've never given it a try

Maybe
Today
Will be the day?

Sean Hunt
Windermere December 17th

Moments

If you take some LSD
You can see
Moments
With your eyes
As they pass you by

Sixty moments per second
I am told
By a wise man
Who knows

But another wise man
I know
Who knows
Said two hundred

I suppose
They measured moments
Differently

Sean Hunt
Windermere  2015

Master Magician

I'm afraid of my shadow
Most of the time
Wandering up and down,
And all around
The pathways of my mind

What do I see
And what do I find
I only see me
And my own mind
À mirror of madness,
Alice holding up a looking glass

Showing me things that are not there
Things that won't be found anywhere
Dream-like manifestations
From the hands
Of a master magician

Sean Hunt  
Windermere May 2015

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