Poem: Endless Hunter

A hunter,

living symbol of what no one understands.

Alive, dead, living an existence without hate.

A timeless being.

Asking for passion from the feared.

Why do I take so greatly.

I live in the night.

For some, a symbol of hate & death;

For others a high spirit and master of the wild;

romance.

Living with death and alive with hope,

everything seen,

Nirvana sought.

A hunter, by the sea, alive.

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2 responses

  1. tornline27

    aren’t we all hunters? hungry for what others have determined that we need?

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    August 2, 2009 at 6:59 PM

    • Yes, we’re all hunters, or seekers. Each of us on a Grail quest of a conscious or subconscious design. My only question is, how do we know who determines what we want or need?

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      August 2, 2009 at 7:41 PM

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