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

Our mind is like a field
Receiving many seeds

They can become  delicious fruit
Bitter fruit
Or troublesome weeds

The luck of a lottery
Sometimes surprises

Or good fortune may come
In other disguises

Only later do we see
With clarity
The truth of many
An unfolding
Seedling mystery

In our mind
Are planted
Many seeds

Out of sight

Sean Hunt  
Feb 26th 2015

Original Face

What did your original face
Look like
Before this life
The one that you had
Before your parents were born

Your primordial face
The one that has nothing to do
With the human race
Can you remember?

Expressionless?
The same as the rest?
Utterly unique,
One of a kind?
A ten?

Those were
Pre-'selfie' days!
We can only contemplate
In a  state of
Curious wonder
Ruminate
Hallucinate.

Sean Hunt
Windermere April 2015

I Need A New Name

I need a 'Protection Scheme'
Why?
Life is mafioso mean,
A very bad dream

I need protection
From the past
From the things that I have done
To almost everyone

I need protection
From the present
If I keep being me
I'll be tortured and tormented

I need a new mandala
I need a new name
Everything will change
Nothing will stay the same

I need a new name

Sean Hunt
Windermere December 20th 2015