Sitting Pretty

By Scott Thomas Outlar

I love with a violent passion
that pulses with a primal roar
that burns with a fiery force
that ignites deep in the core of grace
that rips away at the seams of hatred
that pulls apart the threads of chaos
that draws in the waves of revolution
that dreams in big neon colors
that synchronizes with the holy spheres
that sings with a song of Hallelujah
that wants nothing more than what is needed
that dives into an ocean of baptism
that heeds the siren call of peace
that rocks to the sweet rhythm of rolling thunder
that cascades across the sky in electric tendrils
that swarms with gene theory evolution
that laughs at the yawning grave
that sucks the snake's venom dry
that holds on tightly to what matters most
that cancels out all the negative bad vibes
that resonates with the Holy Spirit Symphony
that alchemically merges the psyche and soul
that walks upon the earth with head in the clouds
that praises God from an overflowing heart
that trusts fully in the Tao Process as it unfolds
that sits pretty in the center of Indra's Jeweled Net