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

The man from the east
Had so much to say
And it stays in our minds
Until today

“It's all about them
It's not about me;
Don't believe what you hear
Don't believe what you see”

We dream through the night
We dream though the day
Under sun or moon
We see the same way

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Xmas 2015

My 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
Not in the air
Never found
Anywhere
I speak of sound

Sean Hunt
Windermere October 1st 2015

'Sitting' In The River

'Sitting' .....
In the middle
Of the river
Of moments
Flowing by
Watching it all
From the corner
Of your inner
Eye
Saying
'Samsara
Goodbye'

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Oct 2015

Scratching On The Screen

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 mindstream
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 2015

Shadowy Man

If I am a shadowy man
What can this mean?
What shadow do I cast?
And where does it land?
If I am a shadowy man?

What does this mean?
Is something partially seen,
The view obscured
By something else,
Maybe by you?

The truth is:
I am a simple shadow
Cast by the bright clear light
Of my very subtle mind

I have nothing to do
With how you see me
Moment to moment.
That is up to you

Sean Hunt  
2015 January Windermere

We all want happiness
But happiness will only come
If we give happiness
To someone else,
Not ourself

We all want to be free from fear
This is easy, not so hard
Remove some fear
From another heart

Me and mine
Is the choral whine
Drowning out
The stillness and peace
That we all need
So desperately

Sean Hunt  
2015 April Windermere

Can you imagine
A poem
Without a theme?
The theme of
That poem
Would be
The absence
Of a theme.

This poem
Tried
Unsuccessfully
To be
A poem
Without
A theme

Sean Hunt
Windermere 2015 April