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

I am so happy to hear
That we are talking
More precisely
About which 'I' is which
About which 'I'  I am
Talking about
At any given time
About which 'I' is true
For me
And which is true
For you

If 'I' is red
Or 'I' is blue
What does this mean
For me and you?

Praise the lord!
We know it's not
A photoshop
Airbrush job
On our old 'I',

No cosmetic 'I'
Surgery
For you and me

Hallelujah!

Move over,
Michael Jackson

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Nov 1st 2015

It's such a sad scene
We're messing with our movie
Scratching on the screen
Not knowing we're projecting
A very bad dream
It's such a sad scene
And the source of it all
Is a toxic stream
It's such a sad scene

We're bathing in a waterfall
Downstream
From a dam
Made by
The mind of man
And we don't even know
Each drop is a sham
Unaware
We sit and stare
Unaware

Sean Hunt
Windermere November 9, 2015
https://vimeo.com/145128638 (recitation)

I will die
'I' will die
This 'I' will die