Where is 'New Year'
Now?
Where was it then,
When in happened
It went so fast
It didn't last long
And we can't
Remember it now
Anyhow

It didn't last
Long enough
For a song
Or a sigh
Or to say hello
Or goodbye

What's it all about
A burp and a shout
A wonderland
******* wish
For all to be well
With everyone
Measurably
Better than the past

That didn't last
Long enough
For a song
Or a sigh
Or to say hello
Or goodbye

Sean Hunt
Windermere
12:00 am January 1st 2015
New Year's Day

Not easily found
The figure is hidden
In ground
The bell and it's sound
The mind and the body
Me and humanity
The gold and the coin
The sky and it's blue
Your universe
And you

Sean Hunt
Windermere Dec 31st 2015

Even my mind
Is mere appearance
To my mind

There have been a few things
I've been trying to find
That keep on appearing
To my mind

You
And me
And everything we see
Will be found unfindable
By you and by me

If I look for my house
Within it's parts
Start with the roof?
Then set it apart
And now the walls
Set them apart too.
Now the heart of the matter
The last resort
Maybe the floor
(Or the front door)
Now where is my house
Seen by me
And by you?

That house where I live
We will both find
Only exists
Inside my mind

And even my mind
Is mere appearance
To my mind

Sean Hunt
Windermere December 30 2015

I'm Never Alone

I'm never alone, there's always someone there
To walk with, to talk to, to breathe the same air

In town or in country, I'm in good company
Because I always, bring along me

I always see me!  Wherever I go
I'm not on my own, there's someone I know

He's never a bore, though sometimes a chore
Can talk up a tempest, can talk up a storm

Once in a while, he may disappear
But then in a moment, he will reappear

Sometimes he gives me, such a fright,
When I wake up, in the middle of the night

It may take a moment,  a moment or two
Before he awakes, and I'm wondering: “Who

It is in my bed, all by himself
Grasping and searching, for his lifebelt

Those moments are rare, when there's nobody there
To walk with, to talk to, to breathe the same air

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Dec 26 2015

We see
What we want to see
We see who we want
To See

Even if
I wanted to
I couldn't see you
Because
There is no you
To see

This is the Mystery
Of you
And me

We dream at night
And in the daylight
As long as we know,
Every thing is alright

This is the Mystery
Of you
And me

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Dec 26th 2015

My daytime dream was dark
And  difficult
Little luck
Lots of struggling
Pervasive frustration
And a sense of subtle
Irritation

Murky air,
Everywhere
At every turn
A dead end
Or a circlular
One-way bypass
For my desired destination

I was trying to arrange
Things,
Organizing
Circumstances
To my best advantage.

Then I began to consider
My dream world friends
Instead of taking care of me
I started taking care of them

Those around me,
The other actors in my movie
What do they need?
What would they want

Because it was a dream
I could give them anything
Rearrange their world
Let their bells ring

And we all began to sing

Sean Hunt
Windermere Dec 24 2015

Dance with that
Momentary Man
As long as he'll let you
As long as you can
Dance 'til your very last breath
With The Lord of The Dance
The Lord of Death

Sean Hunt
Windermere Dec 24 2015

The face is a most
Important place
Not only is it where we
May display adverts
And worse,
To be read by others
(Mostly mischevious spin)
It is where the five
Sense doors open,
Sight, sound, smell,
Taste and touch
There isn't much more
To talk about

The rest of the body
Is only a sense door
The face has many more receptors
Feeding the greedy
And ravenous mind
With waterfalls
Of information
About
The outside world
Most of which is wrong

Sean Hunt  
Windermere April 2015

Do you have a little bit
Of garlic in your ***
Still behaving ordinary
Though you know you're not
When will you clean up the bits
Of garlic that you've got?
A lingering aroma
Will be all that's left
When you finally finish
Cleaning your ***


Sean Hunt
Windermere, October 27, 2015

Do not be distracted by clouds
They look and act so loud
They fill the stage
They rant and rage and pout
And put on a show
That we could do without

Behind the clouds
Is still and peaceful space
Brightness and blue
Room for all
A delightful view
For me and you

If the clouds are few
The vastness of the sky
Shines through
Otherwise
Space is displaced, replaced
Covered up
By a cumulus queue

Sean Hunt
2015