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

Forever                  

If I could live as  long as  stone

I  wouldn't want to be bound to  flesh and  bone

Forever

And if I could fly  above the  weather

I  wouldn't want to be bound to  flesh and  feather

Forever

I don't want  to be  real

I  want to be ethereal  

Forever

Rainbow-like,  made of light

Forever

Sean Hunt  
2015 Windermere

Face To Face  

when our love is aligned  
in that way
like the sun and the moon
there's no sway
each in their place
in stillness will stay      
when our love is aligned
in that way      

sweet love above
so slow below
two rivers join
into one flow
learning in love
ignited,  aglow
we never will say
'where did love go?'            

standing so still
face to face
we dance and we play
night and day
slowly we slide  
in  space
standing so still
face to face
standing so still
in embrace
standing so still
face to face        

Sean Hunt   Windermere 2015

Do We Know Peace

We know war?
Do we know peace?
Most of us only know war
From news and TV
From movies
Far removed from
Reality
But do we know peace?

Peace is an absence of war
Peace is also an absence of
Addiction,
Obsession,
An absence of
Uncontrolled desire,
An absence of
Intense emotion,
An absence of grasping
At things,
And people,
And ideas,
And theories,
And countries,
And football teams

Sean Hunt
2015 Windermere

Exits, Graceful, Ungraceful and Disgraceful

Death you dangerous guest
You definitely come
At a definitely unpredictable time
It is very rare for one
Who will depart with you
To have time
For small talk

The ambush man
Crouching down
Out of view
Suddenly surprises you,
Usually!

But sometimes there's time
For small talk
Or a walk hand in hand
Time to brace one's self

Sometimes holy men make a graceful exit
A warm embrace, an ironic smile,
A denial to beguile
The phantom ephemeral beast

Death, I know
You are mere illusion
It's up to me if I see you as real,
In my confusion

Sean Hunt
Windermere  May 2015

May we all burst like bubbles
And begin to share the air
Bubbles don't last forever
One day we'll all be free
How can it be when I look for me
There's no one to see
How can it be, when I look for me
There's no one to see, how can it be

If I look in here, or I look out there
I can't find me, anywhere
My head's not me, my leg's not me
Where can I be?
My brain is not, the me that I see
Where can I be

I see me all the time it seems
During night-time dreams
And when the sun is shining
How can it be, when I look for me
There's no one to see, how can it be

Subtle mind swimming 'round
A dream-like sea of reality
I need to know that every thing
Including me, is illusory

Sean Hunt  
2015  Windermere

Most meaningful
Creator
Of nothing
Teacher about
How
Nothing can be found
Heard, yes
Seen, no
Found, no
Not here, not there
Not on the ground
Or in the air
Never found
Anywhere
I speak of sound

Sean Hunt
October 2015

Leathered Earth

Our ground has many twigs and
Knife-like stones
That cause us to cry out

Always stepping gingerly about
We wish that we could fly
Or levitate a little
Just above the
Pointed prickly stuff
Down on the ground

We bitterly complain
Try to
Redesign and rearrange

We would like a leather carpet
Unfurled
Around our world
So our tender little feet can live
Forever
In comfort and in peace

Do we cover our infinite galaxy
Forever
With leather

Or do we wear shoes?

Sean Hunt
Windermere November 2015