Reaching Beyond
…;
spiral out
beyond containment,
beyond constriction,
beyond restrictions,
beyond the veils
of illusion
that bind
our broken minds
with gilded chains
holding back
the path of progress,
the process of evolution,
the forward march
that can set
the initial spark
toward renaissance
and revolution
upon the earth;
spiral out
beyond the limitations
of what once
was thought
to exist
in this temporal masquerade
of purgatory induced
time and space;
spiral out
with Brougher
to find
that the future
has become imbibed
with a heady drunkenness
of creativity
let loose
to roam
in spaces
of higher truth
beyond the earth;
Of Sound and Form
Words are fire erupting from our blood, a volcano amplifying in the mind, an explosion from unknown subconscious realms that sends the psyche spinning in a swirl toward new ideas.
Words are the garden of Eden, the tree under which the Buddha sat in silence, the lotus that grew from Vishnu’s navel, the path of Tao, the power of every mystery experienced internally that finally finds expression in the world through language.
Words are crushing blows dealt to the heart when love is not enough, the ecstatic euphoria when romance is born anew, the quiet contemplation and meditation during moments in between.
Words are the resonance of primal emotions that reverberate through auditoriums, amphitheaters, classrooms, community centers, bookstores, sound stages, open lots, attics, and basements around the world wherever poetry is being recited.
Words are the first breath that escapes lungs as a baby is spit forth from the womb, the sacrificial wound, the last gasp that escapes a chest riddled with cancer. Words are angels and demons and the Devil and God.
Words are the sighs between silk sheets as sweat pours in the steamy night, the fever dream visions of madness, the hallucinations of shamans in the forest as they recite prayers to mother nature.
Words are electric neon pulse rays of Logos, vibrant prisms made manifest through mere thought, ideas passed down through generations, ancestral DNA decoded and unleashed upon a sleeping species.
Words are renaissance and revolution and rebirth through the grace of absolution. Words are salvation experienced in the split of a single second, the shattering of an atom, the mission to space, the galactic Big Bang.
Words are karma and fate and faith and destiny and free-will and determinism and science and religion and philosophy and spirituality.
Words are shape and form and sound and color and kaleidoscopic spirals of kinetic energy. Words are multiplied and triangulated and exponentially evolving into whatever utterance we humans create next to bring this existential paradox of life out of the swirling chaos and into a singular order of higher light.
Scott Thomas Outlar lives and writes in the suburbs outside of Atlanta, Georgia. He enjoys spending time with the trees alone in silent thought, and also loves attending festivals where the voice of humanity can be heard in full throat. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Outlar guest-edited the 2019 Western Voices Edition of Setu Mag, and was a recipient of the 2017 Setu Mag Award for Excellence in the field of literature. He began hosting a radio podcast, Songs of Selah, in autumn 2018. Links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, and books can be found at 17Numa.com. His sixth book, Of Sand and Sugar, is forthcoming in April 2019 through Cyberwit.