Author: Jesse E. Hunter

  • Collide

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    What I want now More than ever

    Be the Bonnye to your Clyde.

    One part a western thriller

    With two soulmates Intertwined

    I have chased it tried to make it

    Broken hearts to strengthen mine

    What will stay true in the end

    Is how long we can stand

    to try

    What I want

    And what I need

    Collide

    Since you left us I’m now missing

    Essential pieces of my self

    There with you is so much love

    To bolster happiness and health

    I lose focus honestly on anything

    I’m doing else

    I think I love you, I know it

    Way more than myself

    What’s yours and what’s mine

    Collide

    We will always take for granted

    Whatever we can

    Until or unless someone changes our plans.

    Why is it we can only find the promised land

    In the rubble of a mess that

    Still stands

    Good bones or good man

    Understand

    Collide

  • To Me

    Get off your toes baby girl,
    Every inch you got on the ground.
    Stability & connection to Mother
    You don’t need to reach up to be taller.
    You’re a star, just as you are.
    Feet planted.

    Keep tumbling, little lady – 
    Don’t ever stop stretching and moving that machine.
    She is blessed and needs to express.
    Nothing stops her but her.
    Why me?! Well, why indeed?

    Hey, the eyes see deeper than most
    And people are drawn to the blue.
    As a superpower, you tend and let flower
    And stay true to the essence of you.
    Wide open, your eyes & your heart, now.
    You are in control of all of the hues.
    So paint.

    Waiting isn’t easy when we suffer.
    In Peace, waiting can feel free –
    Permission to play, to buffer
    Waiting for one thing is when
    We live all the other – 
    Remember to Be Here Now.
    Just be.

    Received.

  • The Water Falls

    The Water Falls

    Into my cup
    My body ready
    To receive it all
    Embodied
    Overflowing
    I share out
    Isn’t this
    What life’s about

    My fear of falling
    Into doubt
    Unnecessary
    Of running out
    The flow is not
    What I do at all
    It’s there to raise me
    When I fall

    I swim in love
    Surrounding me
    Inside me flowing
    Out from me
    I walk on legs
    But legs propelled
    In water falling
    I am held

  • Apparition

    Apparition

    If I can’t be close to you
    I’ll settle for the ghost of you

    That lusty youth!
    I remember you then.
    The trusting, rough-edged
    Carefree lad I fell in love with
    With dreams in common
    And hope to spare

    Maybe you’re life and Jess-hardened
    Not ever really at rest
    Buffering buffering
    Always stressed
    All brake, no gas
    Reliving the scary past

    But I’d take a poor man’s you
    The hollow wooden hull
    In lieu of anyone else’s best
    Separation of body from soul
    At least for as long as I can
    Consider it blessed

    Maybe it’s not healthy or best
    Call it tradition
    Addiction
    Attrition
    Synapses, impasses and
    Contradiction

    I’d miss you so much
    The real and imagined,
    And wonder what could have happened
    Standing by
    Heart in hand
    Asking for your love

    I still recall the yous I’ve known
    Biggest fan
    And the future versions, possibilities
    What-a man
    It’s the right now you
    I don’t understand.

  • 42

    42

    Been alive now long enough
    To gain perspective
    Bout who is owed and who has earned and so
    Been saved from out the pit
    Just to end back up in it
    Learning more and more

    I’ve played more roles now than it’s safe to mention here.
    Not a one was ever wild and free
    It takes much less to buy em
    Than to tend and to tide em
    It seems to me.

    The pressure’s off now that I’ve
    Been enlightened
    For brother’s yoke is easy and its light
    I’m following his lead
    In heart, in word and deed
    In day or night.

    Revealed beneath the layers are those layers
    Neglected, pushed aside, and made to wait.
    No wonder they’re upset.
    No wonder they object
    And sleep unsoundly outside the gate

  • The Masterpiece Lives On

    The Masterpiece Lives On

    Monday, April 29th – 

    After I pulled for the week, I’m returning to something I read from the Sacred Earth Oracle

    It reminded me of a couple concepts I return to often – of letting go and legacy.

    Life makes its mark with no obligation, no expectation, and its masterpiece is lost beneath the next snowfall.”
    (p.90 Renewal)

    And it continues,

    “White, where time is frozen, like an expectant hiatus lost to a blank page. Refreshing, perpetual renewal is here, now, always, awaiting you.”

    As I read this and breathed it in, I felt sad, loss.
    What a shame, I thought – gone forever.
    My mind brings up nearby examples –
    A. Family members who pass on without leaving a concrete legacy of their thoughts, memories, and wisdom for their descendants. That’s sad to me, “a missed opportunity,” I often say.

    B. We have artists and masters in their area who die before ever getting credit or acclaim. That’s too bad and so unfair!

    C. Okay the big kahuna – Jesus H. Christ.
    Lately, I’ve been pondering what Jesus may have felt/thought in knowing this life plan of not only sticking out like a sore thumb from day 1 and having to die in a publicly humiliating and painful, drawn out way. It’s also the life where you’re being hugely screwed over by historical memory, being witnessed and remembered in error or in omission of content and/or context. You crushed it (I choose to believe!), but the way it landed for human history was a very mixed bag, more and more so as collective human awareness shifts into a stewardship mindset with itself and the natural world. I am honored to do this little walk through Jesus’s example. He’s refining my perception as we go! Mostly, I can imagine feeling very misunderstood and deeply frustrated with the prospect of this happening to me! I mean, what a miscarriage of justice! I sort of seethe with 2nd hand resentment just considering it. Hmm.

    And then, I heard a warm voice say in my right ear/brain, 

    “There’s no renewal without death. There is no loss in death. Life in all its forms is immaculate.”



    Legacy is completely in the eye of the beholder and the ones ending their human lives have the chance to review every moment and choice after they arrive. They are not responsible for what happens afterward, but I am curious if they follow it, like fan fiction boards. I’m not sure if they care or to what extent they keep up with it…I’ll ask.

    I think the take-home message here is that my brother Jesus doesn’t vibe any lower, regretting how human history screwed up his narrative and used him to oppress each other. Therefore, if Jesus ain’t mad, I ain’t mad. I’ll need to remind myself of this a lot before it’s reprogrammed with this information.

    So, two things here:

    1. Nothing is lost, broken, or “a shame” because it’s ALL for our benefit and our learning.

      It’s a form of praise and worship to feel your emotions, no matter which ones.
      Breathe in and out – the simplest prayer. Amen.
      Change your perception around what’s valuable, now.

      Although it seems to you like everything can be categorized and hierarchies by rating criteria, this is not the way our Higher Selves (or anyone beyond the 3D) understand it. They care only about the beauty, innovation, and creativity in variety and experimentation. They see it all, but it’s like the shadows and outlines in a painting, not binary of good/bad. It complements the whole.
      How we compete is considered very childlike, such that they always extend Grace. Everything adds and contributes and is useful and good.

      Play your hand and give gratitude as often as you can, for the poison is often the medicine.
    1. No such thing as a missed opportunity or a forgotten, jilted legacy.

      Time being non-linear means that we are taking ample attention with every opportunity, and you are here now, exploring yours. You don’t have to worry about not “doing it all,” as you ARE actually doing it all, right now. You really are safe to move about the cabin and just relax…It’s a big shift in your understanding of reality, from a 3D to quantum perspective. As this new theory plays out in our examples of life, refinement is necessary and appropriate. “Maintenance Required,” basically! 😉

    Let’s talk about the renewal piece: No renewal without death.
    Okay, so we’re back in this image of a wintry, icy woods environment.

    And the warm words came again behind my right ear:
    “Death is the pause in every note played, to rest, not to stop or fade from record. The song continues and the Soul sings it out as your true essence, into every life – your signature frequency, your bag of tools for the next journey.”

    I then looked up renewal and didn’t find much with the -al, so I looked up renew.

    The definition that resonates for me RN is 1: to make like new: restore to freshness, vigor, or perfection. 

    Death is not to be feared, but revered. Death is actually the perfection/completion of life. It’s not common knowledge here yet.
    It is necessary for the next step in the Soul’s song, the next note resounding bright and strong after resting a beat to renew itself.

    Renewal
    It’s the Soul, your OverSoul or Higher Self or God that calls our human soul shard home to join it, like a mother’s call. And it’s this heart’s cry that beckons us to Sing while we can, our unique note added to the chorus.

    A candle is not upset or bitter at the moment it gets snuffed out – It remains available to bring light anon. That’s what it’s made to do – exist.

    So the snow falls to create another blank canvas. Waves crash upon the shores of castles and holes and sand writing every day and night. Fires burn through forests and renewal can almost instantly be witnessed by life.

    Life is never lost. Art is sometimes a momentary flash, but no less exquisite.
    Something is always gained, learned, and expanded – it’s what life does.
    Replicates, abounds, blooms, carries on.

  • In the rush

    In the rush of the thing
    That’s the moment
    It comes
    Like sap from a tree.
    In the heat of a moment
    That’s felt so divine
    Provokes me to see
    Rather differently

    The words come to me
    And I wake up to find
    Them dissolving away
    Sometimes when I catch them
    We dance like halves
    Of a whole
    Would it kill ya to stay?
    ok

    In the rush of gears catching
    of motion detecting and
    sparks ignite
    neither one can deny
    It’s brief but worthwhile
    Sell all be defiled
    Without it in sight
    The darkness still
    Needs your light

    She comes and she goes
    and just try and stop her
    She does it her way
    Don’t take it personally

    But she’ll always come back.

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  • Empress Era

    Empress Era

    Off your toes baby girl,
    Every toe flat on the ground.
    Stability & connection to Mother
    You don’t need to be taller or higher or up here where we are.
    You’re a star, just as you are.
    Feet planted. And stand.

    Keep tumbling, little lady –
    You stretch and you move that instrument.
    She is blessed and needs to express,
    Carry on, and take care of yourself –
    Trust her for balance & strength.
    As she trusts you.

    Hey, those eyes see deeper than most
    And people are drawn to the hue.
    As a superpower, you tend and let flower
    And stay true to the essence of you.
    Wide open, your eyes & your heart, now.
    You are in control of all of the blues.
    So paint.

    Waiting isn’t easy when we suffer.
    In Peace, waiting is freedom
    Permission to play, to buffer
    Waiting for one thing is when
    We live everything else –
    Remember to Be Here Now.
    Be you.

  • SMALL BEDS

    SMALL BEDS

    It’s still cultivation in the smallest of places.
    You can’t say it ain’t so it is.
    Still helping another live life
    Like no other.
    It’s farming, no matter the size.

    We feed and we shade it
    Talk to it and bathe it.
    It’s changing as fast as the tide
    To play out a story, in sorrows
    In glory
    It’s for me and me only to try.

    Small beds small beds
    Hold only so many (Hold only so many)
    We are where we find
    Ourselves and then
    We go far into each and every
    Where-y 

    It’s the way of the world now
    We only need what we have now

    It’s still cultivation in the smallest of station.
    You can’t say it isn’t; it’s true.
    Just grow where you are –
    For enjoyment and art.
    And then God will be farming in you.

  • Worries’ Daughter

    Worries’ Daughter

    I knew your mom a little
    And your dad a little more
    I was placed with the Farmers
    as a volunteer; He was to be my
    Supervisor.

    You knew them both much better, to be sure.
    I just wanted you to know these things
    I have kept with me, in my heart

    Precious memories and the impressions made on me
    of their passion, resilience, and pride

    A woman’s love may be like a deep well,
    but your Mama loved your Daddy
    Down the well and back up to Heaven.
    They made fire between them,
    Some kind of magic when you live apart!
    Worries was smitten around her –
    Maybe that’s why.

    I remember the night his house burned –
    We all stood there, watching
    The world seemed dark & dangerous at that time.
    Worries lived with friends until rebuilding.
    Of course.

    They mooned over you.
    Told me all your news and favorites.
    Their pride & joy making her mark
    in the big world
    Talk about a love child.

    You came from two of the best, Venece.
    You can call me your Auntie Jess.
    I have so much gratitude for knowing your family at all.
    You’re a star, shining love and light
    From wherever you are.

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