A Patient Path by Subtle Degree

Four white swans
melancholic in the shallows

little unicorn souls
neon snowflake tincture

for the sum
of five lost ages
in the sun

six spent sirens
and seven spirals careening empty

The assimilation
of life’s seemingly
discordant aspects
into a cohesive whole
is like unto
brewing a medicinal spell
to release on the new moon

and when the cards are turned
to reveal a peaceful moment


spark your spirit
to the rhythm
of an orderly vibration

humming electric
from magnetic spheres

dancing geometric patterns
swirling in shapes, manifesting form

All the mushrooms and flowers
and herbs and trees that I
have no names for

hold my imagination
in the life grip of hope

but if chaos remains
your favorite tonic
then carry your piece to the stars
and howl by night in lamentation

I listen instead
to the song of the whales
ringing sacred
at the yawning abyss

music’s inside aquatic source
mouth stuffed with salted pearls

pink fish and red eyes
Wim Hof secures deep breaths in place

my silver thread untethered
lucid along the path of turtles

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 YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.