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

My mysterious mind
Is predictably
Unpredictable
And fickle

Unpredictably fickle me
I never know for sure
How I'll find my mind,
Day to day

One day I love my room
Next,  I would sooner
Be in any other room
In any other country

Blown by unseen winds,
A random necklace of doldrums
Interrupted by tropical tempests
And occasional thunder

One day I am bright
Inside, I feel my mind
Is lit up by
O lovely light

Next, the bulb is dim.
I cannot see well enough
To know with certainty
The state that I am  in

Karmic  cataracts inside my mind
Can make my world yellow,
And ever so slowly
I can slip down below

No one has ever seen
The karma popcorn machine


Sean Hunt
Windermere   November 20 2015

Five colored lights
Radiate
Illuminate
Emanate
From the me
That you do not see
From the 'I'
That will never die

From the middle
Of the riddle
Of life
And death
And the seemingly
Meaningful
Dream
Of the day

Five colored lights
Radiate

Sean Hunt  
2015 Windermere

Where is my poem
Where can it be found
Before it's written down
It cannot be found

Then when written down
And read by someone new
Do they read the poem
Read by me or you?

Is the title the poem
Or the first line
If you check you will see
It's not any single line

The poem's not a verse
The poem's not a word
The poem's not a salad
Of sounds that are heard

The poem is unfindable
Try, if you dare
You cannot point at it
Or find it anywhere

It may inspire some ire
You may burn it in a fire
Or place it in a gilded frame
To be read again and again

But!  If your poem is about a certain man
Be careful what you say
Assassins may come
And take your life away

Sean Hunt  
Windermere May 201

I'm stuck inside
The psychosis
I know this

I have a doctoral degree
In Reality

I have been taught
The architecture
And structure
Of the grand psychosis
I know this

I have been goaded
I have been guided
I have been shown
Inside
The minds of men
Who whirl around
Their imagined worlds
Boys and girls
Unaware
Fighting phantoms
In thin air

I should dis appear
Yet
I find myself
Still
Inextricably
Involved
In ordinary appearances

I'm inside
The psychosis
I know this

HELP!

Sean Hunt
Windermere November 9  2015
https://vimeo.com/145132005 (recitation)

Namaste.

Bring yourself into my circle
so that your light may shine
my way.
Allow us to delight in
how two kindred souls
do frolic & play.
Exhale all worry
for it does dance our peace away.
As my light now shines with you
we both illuminate the day.

Namaste.

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The second Chinese Buddhist Patriarch realized
non existence of Mind and got enlightened
after his master Bodhidharma ordered: 
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Show me your Mind - and I will calm it immediately !
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