Day 57 “A Year of Thoughts”: This is Something

This is something isn’t it?

Life that is, the breathe, the air

We breathe don’t we every second

Yet no human taught us or told us

We just did in the moment we had lungs

We found our breathe and learned

As if God were telling us in the womb

One moment explained, next in the experience

This is something isn’t it?

Life that is, who we are and become

We hope don’t we, move forth

Into each moment slowly turned to memories

The air shaped and bent by the wind as we hold together

By the elements mined deep within our soul

For where ever we are or where ever we go

This is something isn’t it?

Life that is, calling us to live it.

 

-Caleb Ross Hunter

Day 55 “A Year of Though”: If a Son, If a Daughter

If I were to have a son I’d teach him such poetic verse

That when he speaks his words flow like the clouds

Their shape and form are created by imagination before education

His numbers mer markers for lines that run their course

For unbound by the world of standards free to be thus loud

In spirit full he will live life a legacy of quotations

 

If I were to have a daughter I’d read her such stories

That move her heart to be bold and brave yet sweet

Those things that shape her beauty from the inside to the out

Her own apart from the rest a simply elegant master piece

With each stroke of abstract art in the people that she may meet

Comes to persist in compassion her love they will not leave without

 

Such love in words and form and art they learn

Not from their father for my heart be torn

But from grace, life, and experience all their own

There they speak and seek a world unknown

Now clear to us by them and them alone.

 

-Caleb Ross Hunter

Day 34 “A Year of Thoughts”: Rain and the Shoe

The shoe, the shoe, the hole in my shoe

The water, water soaking through the sole

There happens to be a hole in my shoe

The rain soaks through the hole

Alas I have wet cold feet.

Day 20 “A Year of Thoughts”: The Little things

The little things matter more than you think

The little things speak “I love you” she says

I’ll do the little things to live what I say

The little things give up hope for big things

Someday, someday and I’ll continue to do

The Little things that show that I care.

 

I believe the little things in life are really important. Just like little change often can lead to big change overtime, so also the little things that we do in life have lasting effect and can bring forth the core of our character. I was reminded today by my best friend that the little things I do to show I care speaks love from my heart. There are times when I don’t always do the little things well, I can tell in those times that there are things that I have to change and be more intentional about.

 

To do the little things in life we have to be intentional about doing them. When we are intentional about doing the little things we show that we care. We are being intentional about loving those around us. Love has to care to do the little things. Love is full of little choices, many intentional moments, the little things done well.

 

I believe often times people lose sight of the big things, the goal and why they love because they lose sight of doing the little things. My challenge to myself is to never lose sight of the of the little things and show that I care.

 

-Caleb Ross Hunter

Day 17 “A Year of Thoughts”: An Almost Forgotten Piano Lesson

An Almost Forgotten Piano Lesson

 

I’d almost forgotten those symbols and lines

 

That for years guided sounds from my mind

 

Through my bloodstream and heart to the keys

 

Those hammers and strings like simple poetry

 

Spoken soft and sweet to delicate baby ears

 

And retelling folklore to the men here to old

 

To hear the noise of crash, chords and melody

 

    It almost seems as though centuries of rust

 

Scraped off my boney hands for jazz lines

 

Swinging through my refreshed musical mind.

 

 

-Caleb Ross Hunter

Day 11 “A Year Of Thoughts”: That’s When We Were The Young

That’s When We Were The Youth

Over a sunset that set to soon

The green grows like the hills

For which we climbed then,

That’s when it was our youth

 

Those days we wondered in timeless masses out to play

 

To play was the name of it

That thing we did to pass the day

It was slow much slower then,

That’s when we were the youth

 

Feathers in our hair and speaking in our native tongue

 

To take to dreaming riding west

The horses flew across the yard

Always chasing the smallest one

That’s when milk made giant youth

 

Our mothers told us to grow strong so by and by we did

 

To this we write now as past

Though on we grow like children

For we still climb, play, chase the day

That’s when we find time for it

 

The time we never had as youth has found us, bound us, caught us somehow.

 

-Caleb Ross Hunter

A little reflection of growing old and moving past our childhood in poem form. Sometimes I think as youth we had a much better grasp on how fun life really is but as we grow older that fun gets sucked out of us by the ever faster moving time. The picture is of a piece of art that I painted and painted over again and this is actually of the middle stage of the piece. The original piece was a sunset, then I over laid that with two different greens and finally placed a feather on top of that. The final result of the piece is a curved canvas that allows for the feather to stand out off the canvas while being held on by a smearing of blue paint. As a child my imagination would run like crazy and there was always a story everyday to fill the time. Now my mind and imagination still run but i have to find the time for it. Find the time to stop and imagine, create, and remember.  That’s when we were the youth.

P.s. The milk reference is true, my mother would say drink milk it will make you strong however, I was allergic to dairy as a kid and when i out grew that I became lactose intolerant because i couldn’t drink it as a kid, somehow even without that much milk I still grew, I wouldn’t say strong but I grew.

Day 1 “A Year Of Thought” : Wind Swept By Love

 

Wind Swept

I am a no body

From an unknown state

Anything but myself

 

This wind swept love

Keeps telling me

I can’t stay the same

You’re somebody who’s got to love

 

This wind swept love

Found me with you

From the broken to healing

All that we need to be in love

 

It’s all our own,

It’s all our own,

Give it like the wind

Feel it as we go

 

-Caleb Ross Hunter

 

 

A thought that has been flouting through my mind the past few months comes in the form of a simple sentence “Love like the wind”, but what does that mean.

 

I feel it’s effect,

I can see it’s effect,

I can sense the change that comes with it’s effect,

But I can never fully capture it, it’s powerful and real.

 

Love like the wind, can’t really be stopped when it’s starts blowing, it can be calmed but the potential is always there. If we are loving like the wind we have to be someone, we have to be ourselves, but we always have the option to be moving, growing, and letting love have an effect on us. Right now I am wind swept. I’m wind swept by God’s crazy love that overwhelms me everyday. I can feel it changing me, I can see it moving me, but I can’t fully capture it but it’s there it’s real.

I am also wind swept by the awesome love from the people around me. Like a cool breeze or warm summer wind love is blowing and bringing joy out of the depth of my heart. I want to find ways to love like the wind everyday. Ways for people to feel it, to see it and be changed by it. I want to live it.

 

LOVE LIKE THE WIND

 

LET LOVE SWEEP YOU AWAY

 

-Caleb Ross Hunter  

Please Forgive Me

Like abc will you forgive me

For all the times I fail to create

Lost in fearless bent lines of Frankie Laine

A broken record, burnt holes in plastic hearts

Please forgive me, the waisted potential

For now what lies ahead is new, all new

As we make it, create it, molded from the old

Free me, free me from the fear within.

-Caleb Ross Hunter