Here and Now (and After)
by Scott Thomas Outlar / July 12th, 2020
Bury my bones
beneath the dirt
where trees once towered
before civilization took hold.
When the time comes,
let my remains
bathe naked in the soil;
no casket, no box,
no boundaries except
the caress of earth itself.
Dance and sing
atop the plot
where I’m laid to rest,
and make merry
at a funeral
filled with laughter.
But until that fateful day arrives,
let our eyes
flow with tears of joy,
let our tongues
tease out prayers of peace,
let our lips
shout words of love,
and let our lives be spent
making the most
of every moment
with which we’re blessed.
Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching
philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of
consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration.
He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and
prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at
17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his
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This article was posted on Sunday, July 12th, 2020 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.
