Lost and Found

Pushing and pulling upon the dualistic nature of reality
until the thin thread of unity spills out all over the floor
to be trampled upon by the hooves of swine,
shattering the divine pearl
and scattering its timeless wisdom until lost to the ages.
Now falling fast from the perfect garden of paradise-
breaking apart into an infinite number of soul shards,
moving further away from the Oneness, taking on the personalized shape
of individualized specks of consciousness.
Amnesia sets in; wanderlust reigns supreme.
Separated from Source, begging to get back home,
seeking everywhere in the outside world for a sign,
forgetting all the while
that the true path to peace is always paved within.

Eons come and go;
eternities are born, only to pass away again,
rising and falling with the cosmic tide.
Meanwhile, in a voided state of confusion, the energy force of humanity
is trapped in the illusion of temporality,
entwined by the spell of materialism meets apathy meets dystopia-
wasting away in the abyss of nescient ignorance,
yet always a haunting, fleeting tug of knowingness
hoarsely whispers from a space deep within the core,
beating against the wall of ancient archetypal resonance,
hoping to release a spark of stifled memory
and ignite a return voyage to the Holy Spirit.

Every now and then
the silent voice within
erupts from the volcanic undertow of indomitable will,
releasing a prisoner from the bondage of golden chains.
Electric pulse vibrations
tear asunder the gilded cage,
unlocking the truth and pointing the way to sacred spiritual treasure.
With eyes newly awakened, clearly it can be seen
the trick that has been pulled
by minions who serve a power of black entropy.
A nihilistic death cult, with its mask removed,
becomes open season for a species reborn.
Off come the velvet gloves as the opposite sides step into the squared circle,
waiting for the bell to ring and get the party started.

Lines cast out to the yawning depths of the ocean
are dragged back inland to the beach
to be drawn and defined clearly in the sand
from the fiery fingertips of pent up frustration.
Belching flames singe the enemy’s flesh, howling in primal tones,
“Thou shalt not pass!
Thou shalt not aggress one single step further!
Satan, get thee behind us now!”
Boiling point reached, enough is enough.
The chaos you seek
will surely cycle back around
and the light of karma will bite where the sun has never dared shine before.

Scott Thomas Outlar burst forth from the womb of primordial ooze with thoughts of Renaissance, Revolution and Revelation dancing and careening across the neuron synapses of his newly formed, fledgling consciousness. Taking stock of his situation in the strange new land he'd arrived in, he huffed some fresh oxygen, then got down to the business at hand by hammering out rants, screeds and manifestos dedicated to the constant, continual, progressive, evolutionary development of the human species. Scott has continued working in such a vein to this day, publishing in venues such as Dissident Voice, Daily Anarchist, Oracular Tree, Ascent Aspirations, Common Line Journal, The Fanzine, and Strike-the-Root. He can be reached at 17Numa@gmail.com.

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