Whirling Prana

 

—Poetry and Photos by Scott Thomas Outlar, 

Frederick, MD

 

 

 

SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION
 
Something about the stars, you say?
 
My God, aren’t they magnificent!
 
And the planes…
are they close enough to touch?
 
What level are we playing on?
 
Can I still feel your spirit
even after fire has claimed the mortal flesh?
 
dust to dust
it would seem
knows not a thing
about consciousness
and its eternal nature
 
The headlights of your final smile
reflect back through the ages
 
A vibrational reverberation
has me holding
steadfast as a stoic
while gravity collapses

 

 

 

 

 

WHIRLING PRANA
 
Instinctual movement
is what holds this orbit together
 
Wind-blown aura
spontaneous action
 
Wherever the moment is centered
I will find
and feel you there
like a crazed disciple
 
and, Lord, we shall dance
as if the truth’s been told

 

 

 

 

 

RARITY
 
High on honeysuckle perfume
scent of ouroboros
solar mass corona
taste aurora’s sweet drip
yellow light enters form
whet the tongue of thorns
 
signs of the source
please
sing me back safely
 
carrying lost thimbles
home
to quell the ancient thirst
 
I haven’t felt this way
since I was eight years old
but I think I’ve finally
found the flavor
of spring transcendence
 
or at least
caught the white flash
of momentary remembrance
 
during the buzz

 

 

 

 

DIVINELY ORCHESTRATED
 
Annabelle Bridge
where I have seen
almost everything
except the one glimpse of love
needed most of all
 
named now
after all these years
with an energetic signature
that will guide me onward
 
I’ve crossed this spot
thousands of times
but always seem to circle back
 
though now the moment is arriving
when seismic shifts start spiraling
and only forward motion will matter

 

 

 

 

BEYOND MY SPHERE OF EXPLANATION
 
These many moods of the churning cycle
with the wink of moon
the kiss of fog
and softly glowing pink hues
splashed against a violet canvass
 
Please show me where to place my lips
upon the fiery crown
to welcome home the roaring lion
 
I barely have a poetic breath
left in the lines of my palms
but I live out these visions each day
and cradle them close to heart
 
If all I have are fragments
slipping past the veil of consciousness
to tease my tongue with ineffable thoughts
then I will do my best to sigh sincerely
 
Whether we laugh or weep
in the pouring rain
our steps will learn to tango
with the shaman king of the dancing geese
 
and the birds will chirp
to herald spring
 
and the buds will shift
from red to green
 
and all these gifts of grace
will brand our spirits

 

 

 

 

 

Today’s LittleNip:

SHORT SEQUENCE
—Scott Thomas Outlar
 
Circles and circuits
wobble of spheres
gospel of the stars
polar magnetic resonance
 
Sound journey
geometry, frequency, color, vibration
essentials of consciousness and form

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Welcome back to the Kitchen, Scott, as we celebrate Easter Day and the season thereof. Scott and his poetry can be found at 17Numa: Songs of Selah with Scott Thomas Outlar; that’s https://17numa.com/. See also more from Scott at Live Encounters, the free online magazine from Village Earth, at https://liveencounters.net/2023-le-pw/04-april-le-pw-2023/scott-thomas-outlar-alchemical-apotheosis/?fbclid=IwAR2X-XB-aVPRjdySOiZRxOJEhhKljIyRUAJAXKyovuRiArUydb2Bg6mzq74/.

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