Another Me

Today
Is over
Once again
Tomorrow 
A new one 
Will begin
How many more
I wonder now
Before
The sun is new
And the day
Is different
Maybe 
More moons 
Maybe  less
How many legs
Will I have
A hundred
Ten
Or one
Or none
Which label
Language
Will I learn
How many days more
I wonder
Before
There's
Another me
For me
To be

Sean Hunt June 3rd 2016

Every thing you see
With all of your eyes
All of your reality
Is shifting
Like the sand
And the sea

Do not cry
Or wonder why
Accept this truth
Like a lover
In your youth

Drink deep
With all your senses
Taste
Embrace
This wisdom consort
Of yours

She will  take you
To a place
Of bliss and grace
Far away
From the human race

Sean Hunt  May 14 2016

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

There are those who worship
At the altar of the ear
Who when they hear a certain note
Will shed a tear.

Some worship
Pastoral scenes
Seeing lakes and trees
They slip into a dream.

The church of haute cuisine for some
Is where they go
Every day
To kneel and pray

There are those whose smell sensation
Equates to olfactorial
Adulation
And infatuation

Some hedonists wouldn’t mind
Being blind
Tactile delights forever
Would suit them fine

Though my five senses
Work quite well
I find myself mainly interested
In my mind.

Sean Hunt  May 6 2016

Better than a speech of a thousand vain words is
one thoughtful word which brings peace to the mind.
Better than a poem of a thousand vain verses is
one thoughtful line which brings peace to the mind.
Better than a hundred poems of vain stanzas is one
word of the dharma that brings peace to the mind.

I think too much about me
And things that I think that I see
If I check again, another day
I’ll find they were never there,
Anyways

Psychotic illusion
Karmic confusion
Wrong view
And a bad attitude

Small problems for me
To one day overcome
When the moon is more bright
Than the sun

Sean Hunt  April 30 2016

Eyes closed, I clear my mind,
Meditation breathing, stars aligned
Letting go I begin to soar
A delightful destination, a feeling of warmth.

And when clouds fill my skies
I simply rise above to bluer highs
Because If I think of beneficent thoughts
I can change the world a lot.

And when the sunshine fills my eyes
I spread my wings and begin to fly.
Soaring right through trouble and despair
Putting a smile on my face with love to share!

Like the four seasons, we are all delicate...
In Winter each snowflake is unique
in Spring the blossoming flower carries much mystique
The Summer rain washes our soul complete
And in the Fall we renew our souls for all to see!

Today and every day
I will keep watch
For subtle movements of mind
Which slowly morph
Into ripples
In the stillness
Of the surface
Of the sea
Of my mind

Those ripples
Sometimes stay small
And subside
But
They may become waves
Which lick the shore
Slowly
Eroding as they go

I must keep watch
Ripples may become waves
Which can one day become
Human Tsunamis

I will keep my mind
Ripple-free
Happy

I must keep watch

Sean Hunt
Windermere April 6 2015

Deep inside
There is a place,
Where I will find
My actual mind

It's in the middle of the riddle
Of life and death
A place I will know well
When I take my last breath

All I show
Is my overcoat
It's something like
A river crossing boat

This overcoat you see
Is what I wear, it's not me
I'll leave it behind
When the death bell chimes

Sean Hunt  2015  Windermere