‘Inception’ implies
Much more
Than the word
That is commonly heard
When we dig deeper
This well has no bottom
Dive like a swan
Into that pit
And you’ll not find
The end of it

We are not a thing, We're a happening

We're coming and going all of the time
Never staying still, just like my rhyme

We are not a thing, We're a happening

You can't point at me!  If you try
I will disappear in the blink of an eye

We are not a thing, We're a happening

You can't drive a wheel because it's not a car
If you try you won't get very far

We are not a thing, We're a happening

Doctors know this because they've seen
Inside our skin with an Xray machine

We are not a thing, We're a happening

Still looking for the book, for some thing to read?
Or maybe the beginning of a seed

We are not a thing, We're a happening

Without the fish and egg where would we be
There'd be no you, there'd be no me

We are not a thing, We're a happening

We're coming and going all of the time
Never staying still, just like my rhyme

Meditation
Is an art
So it can be hard
For us to start

If we write reviews
And read critiques
Before we sit down
On our seats

Sean Hunt

Meditation is an art
But mostly
We forget
To start

The Lion points the way
Touching the ground
With one hand
Stillness within
Is found
Human confusion
Is all around
Us
But
Like leaves in the wind
We will all land
And touch the ground
One day

Sean Hunt   June 15 2016

How far away am I
From that place
Called
‘Stillness Within’
Suspended in empty space
Silence
Instead of the din
Inside
This place I will find
When the waters
Of my mind
Are unrippled by
Movements from below
                 Or
Movements from on high

Sean Hunt  June 14 2016

We have our Rising Moon
That brings light
In the darkness of night

And the rays of our Sun
Will make our sky
Clear and dry

We have the Shade
Of a leafy tree
How lucky can we be?

And our Medicine
That works so well
Let’s now ring all our bells

And our Bridge that crosses
The Galaxies
To where there’s nought to see

Sean Hunt     June 12 2016

Where is this WORD
Is it the W
No
Is it the O
No
Is it the R
No
Is it the D
No
These are parts of the
WORD
And not the
WORD
Maybe the collection
Of the parts is the
WORD
A collection of Things
That are not a Thing
Cannot be
A Thing
A collection of foxes
Cannot be a sheep
We will have to look
A little deeper
The WORD
Exists
As mere
Imputation
Or
Hallucination
As mere
Appearance
To mind
There is no WORD
To find

Do I leave, Do I stay
Do I play or run away
Which way today
Go left, go right
Do I stay, do I fight
Who’s my brother, who’s my mother
Who’s my wife, and who’s my lover
It’s me, or them,
It’s now, or then
Maybe my community,
Or a dangerous lion’s den
Do I tango,
Do I talk
Do I break
Or make a wall
Do I fly
Or do I fall

Left right Left right
Wrong Right Wrong Right
Far right Outta sight
Loose Tight Loose Tight
Left right Left right

Well now I’ve come to the crux of it
I’m going to be a Bodhisattva Brit
All this self, cherishing spin
Explains the state we’re in
Our imperialistic past
Built the wealth of our state
Now we’d better give some back
Before it’s way too late


Sean Hunt  June 7 2016

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