How many 'I''s know their 'I'?
I ask my self

As an immortal, people say you have to live eternally, to watch all your friends die. Forever. Every one of them.
But I think one thing they hadn't thought of is that...you find them again. In new people. In new lives. In new bodies. They, just as energy, do not truly die. They are recycled and find new faces in which they live behind.
And you would be surprised how the faces they always find, tend to be so similar to the face you first came to know. Even when they are no longer a male, of African descent, and are now your best female Chinese friend...you'll find you'll always be looking into their new eyes, and always seeing the eyes of the friend whom you met so many generations ago.
And they will know you in their soul even when their previous bodies have departed, and with it, took their memories. The memories that you hold dear to you. Because these are your friends. And they are your life. And you love every one of them.

Things coming and going at the  same  time
is the most sublime Rhyme

Einstein and Siddhartha  knew this
many years ago
They told us something that we just don't
really want to know  

Things coming and going at the same time
Is the most sublime  Rhyme

Bits of seconds  passing by
Keep on looking them in the eye  
Be here now,  time will fly
As bits of seconds pass you by

Things coming and going at the same  time
Is the most sublime Rhyme

When the earth quakes
And shakes the ground
Beneath your feet
Slip into the crack and don't look  back
Let your heart skip a  beat

Things coming and going at the same time
Is the most sublime Rhyme

Sean Hunt  May 8 2016

I need to stop being me
There’s somebody else
That I want to be
I spend nearly all of my time
Thinking of me
Thinking of mine
I seem to be stuck
In this unwritten rhyme
Since beginningless time

Sean Hunt  May 2016

you are the path
and the destination
stop searching

under a tree
the blessed one
awakes

Don't forget
To rehearse
Every night
You must die right

How misguided
And mistaken
Of me
To impute my 'I'
On bits of
Other people's
Bodies

The fate
Of these bits of bone
And flesh
Is that they will be
Enmeshed with
And buried in
The bigger body
Of Mother Earth

Of course
This me
The mistaken me
The one that we see
Will dissolve
And disappear
Forever

But what about
Actual 'Me'
The me we cannot see
Where will 'I' be
After 'I' die

Windermere Feb 6  2016

Where is sound
To be found

Is it in the air
Or in the ear
Seems so far
Seems so near

From where does it come
And where does it go
At the end of the day
Nobody knows

We can tango
And do the waltz too
When sound is around
We love to groove

Why we like to dance
Is a mystery to me
And why we move
To a melody

Where can sound be found

Windermere  2016 Feb 4

Appearances To Mind

Breathe deep
Stop
Still mind

Try to find
Appearance
To  mind

Where to find
Appearance to mind?

Neither in front
Nor behind

Check
You'll find
Not different
From mind

Breathe deep
Stop
Still mind

Try to find
Appearance
To  mind

They are the nature of mind
Not different
From mind

Windermere  Feb 1 2016