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This moment in time isn’t perfect. I’ve done my best through the years to make peace with the fact that such an ideal state can never actually be fully achieved. I am thankful to have learned that lesson repeatedly by this point in life, and that’s why I’m usually able to keep smiling (even halfway) regardless of circumstances. Because it means we must always keep seeking toward the next stage of growth in order to become a better person. Take the leap. Embrace the journey. Kiss your karma. All the best, my friends.

 

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Summer Solstice

On the occasion of a turning season and a rising sun.

This summer will bring you days of peace and moments of pain. This summer will bring you hours of joy and instances of sadness. This summer will shift your soul toward the light, but there will always remain shadow aspects that must be integrated so as to realize the completeness of your psyche.

This life is tragic and comedic and broken and brutal. But this life is also oh so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Everything continues to be exactly the same, and everything is constantly changing. Each new breath is a miracle set it motion. Every sigh births another opportunity for salvation.

This summer will either make you or break you (and there is a good chance it will do a bit of both before its purpose has been fulfilled). This summer is everything you have ever dreamed of. Open your eyes. It is time to awaken.

This summer is a choice. To run from your fears, or to face them with courage and faith. To tell little white lies, or to speak from the deepest source of your truth. To close down and shut off, or to flip the switch and ignite. To be petty, or to have empathy. To cast blame, or to seek forgiveness. To let hatred fester, or to experience the power of love.

This summer will burn that which has fallen to embers and ash. This summer will grant you wings to rise again. Soar, my friends.

Love and light to all. This summer belongs to you. Seize its infinite shine. Selah

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Interview with Scott Thomas Outlar

Raw Electric Waves by Scott Thomas Outlar

Thank you to Raja Williams and CTU Publishing for posting this excerpt from my book, Happy Hour Hallelujah…

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chocolate espresso bar

in the midnight hour

a little sip of coffee

a little puff of smoke

I can see crystal cities

beyond the haze

I can feel electric light

coursing through the veins of night

Inside:

Wi-Fi waves smog the room

bathing in the collective vibe

Candle burning end to end

all paths lead to inner peace…

eventually

Outside:

Owls send early morning signals

through songs of audible consciousness

A swamp of synchronicity fills the air

a perfect crest in which to nest…

eternally

© Scott Thomas Outlar

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Excerpt from the book “Happy Hour Hallelujah”

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Seated (Visions of Verse)About the Author

Scott Thomas Outlar resides in the suburbs outside of Atlanta, Georgia where he spends the hours flowing and fluxing with the ever-changing currents of the Tao River while laughing at and/or weeping over life’s existential nature. He hosts the site

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Product Placement

Thankful that my poem “Product Placement” appeared recently at Eunoia Review…

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Place your tax break
near my lower bracket
and then brace
for balance
upon impact
as I send you swirling
toward the higher class
of holy angels
that walk amongst us
here on earth.

Place your precious lips
around the swollen ego
of my liver
and then start to suck
twenty years of wine
from the organ
one glass at a time;
red or white,
the story remains
ever the same.

Place your nuclear warhead
on the tip of my tongue
and then dance a jig
as the fireworks ignite
in an electric symphony
of infinite explosions
while I tap and tease
every triggered red button
I can find
for my greedy little fingers.

Place your hopes and dreams
close to my weathered ears
with a wanton whisper
until the winds of change
begin blowing hard
across the wonderland of winter
and the scales
of the seasons shift
as the…

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God, Love, Truth, and Light

I have feasted. I have fasted. I have loved. I have lost. I have done good deeds upon the earth. I have wasted away in decadence and apathy. I have sought harmony and balance. I have raged with the thirst for war. I have both prayed to and cursed God at different points throughout the years. I have stood tall when all seemed hopeless. I have fallen to the floor over the most foolish events. I have kept my word. I have left promises unfulfilled. I have tamed my ego. I have let vanity run amok.

To strive toward an elusive goal that can never actually be achieved because it is continually moved forward in every moment it gets approached can sometimes seem to be a daunting task. But such is the path of life’s journey. It is not perfection which I seek, nor even the pursuit thereof, but rather the deepest state of peace possible in each new moment that arises.

There are so many memories from the past 37 years that have been surfacing lately, some beautiful, others broken. But more importantly, there are infinite experiences still to be sought and embraced. I can see the other side of the shore from here. Let my compass be set toward that which is pure. Let my faith be aligned with a steady wind that guides the sails. Let my courage always be strong and resilient, regardless of whether the seas are silent or stormy.

I’m grateful that a poem of mine appears in the latest issue of The Pangolin Review published out of Mauritius. Big thank you to Amit Parmessur for including my work. “God, Love, Truth, and Light” can be read here…

https://thepangolinreview.wixsite.com/…/current-issue-part-2

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