BEFORE WE DRAW THE LINE

seriousChris

Christopher Slater-Lunsford, who will never draw the line.

Wayne Slater-Lunsford Spring, 1991

The World is both within us
and without us
Before we draw the line.
When we have not yet slowed
our rising forward fall
up into life.
We still trail clouds of glory.
We still own all that we perceive.
We permeate our universe
and grow diffusing
through the ether of experience.

Clear jello with little colored spots
spreading out toward each other
each color cloud another life.
You’re East to me, I’m West to you
our colors mix in the middle
and there’s a new shade in the rainbow.
We as children many selves perceive
other than the ones that elders see
those elders call us make-believe-
the persons that we know ourselves to be.

Existential Moment

Black Hole

Black Hole

2014 WayneSL

That existential moment
when finite and infinite
eternity and now
can, will, might
and probably not
swirl and swell
and do not come to rest
yet we persist…

Freedom, Bound

moon in clouds

Play Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata as you read this.

WayneSL to Bryan 1987

There is so little comfort in your life;
you have not spent your
self
on comfort.
Naked madness
howls in empty lots
on moonlit borders
of my thoughts of you
Your search continues
in exile.
Eating garbage and dandelions.
for years.
Sleeping in the bus depot
while the buses leave.

You, who hear the music
of plants and mountains-
who know the feel of wood in hand
and shovel sunk in dirt-
and see the patterns
of the stars
and molecules
You spend your time
amid the greasy peeling Formica,
among the moths and mosquitoes
on streetlamp peninsulas,
overlooking tar-river streets
or walking out along the strand
of the interstate ocean,
and harboring in
dusty over-used slum rooms
with too many coats of paint
unless you
sprout like a mushroom on some morning lawn,
awakened by dew settling
to sparkle on your
stubble-bearded face
or root through mountain forest floors
for grub
and stride across the desert.

Rigid ISMS

ISMS

Original art by WayneSL

song lyric by Wayne Slater-Lunsford, 1998~2012

We all live here, in the valley-
and we dance beside the river, deep and  wide.
and our voices harmonize here;
and we  share the river’s  love along both  sides.

Bayanihan, and Ubuntu
and Aloha and Communion all are  one.
and our  planet gives us plenty,
If we  learn to share and  let the river  run.

Who’s that yelling a cross the divide?
That   shadow in the sunset looming  long?
They’re screaming at the other ridge as loud as they can,
but it Seems to me that both extremes are wrong.

From the dawning to the   evening
Some fools  on the ridges throwing rocks across,
but the rocks land here in the   valley
and  it’s the folk down  here that pay the cost.

I don’t know why you would listen to them.
They  speak of love but fear is how they rule.
They  tell us we’re all beggars and that they should be   kings
Don’t  let those ISMS get the best of you.

Yes, we  live here in the  valley
not up  on the ridges where the air is thin.
where our  shadows can out grow us
and our  voices echo  but our thoughts are dim.

I don’t know why you would listen to them.
They  speak of love but fear is how they rule.
We’re all one race of  humans and you know that it’s true.
Don’t  let those ISMS get the best of you.

We’re all one race of  humans and you know that it’s true.
Don’t  let those  ISMS  get the best of you.
Don’t let ISMS get the best of  you.
LISTEN TO THE SONG