Separate Islands, Same Map

overly critical
seeking dominion
and control over forces
better left

to mother nature

red pulse exits darkness
blue shimmering ocean breathes its way
into existence

you cannot possess the stars
or the first hint of light
from a rising dawn

but you might taste
its wet-lipped kiss
on your corona
if you’re lucky

release into the space
where synchronicity meets
and realize this moment
is all there is to experience
ever was, ever will be

of oneness

shattered shards

while morning birds call life
to attention

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 You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.