# 189:

Spiritual growth requires honesty
in every action, in every word spoken,
and, most importantly, in every thought.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 253:

Why?
Because God allows everything.
That’s why.



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# 198:

One must resist the slumber
induced by a false sense of permanence.



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# 183:

Is reason superior to emotion?
It depends.
Which would you prefer:
to think about love, or to feel love?



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# 151:

How to stay out of trouble: Wait!


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# 154:

If you ever get everything you want,
you will become a slave to prosperity.



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Afterlife


The first tribunal was with the chickens.

“According to our records,” the chief justice rooster announced in a loud, screeching voice, assuring he would be heard all the way back to the very last row of the cavernous courtroom, packed with clucking hens and muttering roosters of all kinds and colors.

“According to our records, during your lifetime, you have eaten," he paused with grave solemnity, "the equivalent of 8,693 chickens,” he declared, pointing his beak menacingly at me, his wattles inflated with indignation.

I shivered at the totality of it all.

“The accused will stand before this court.”

I stood.

“Do you wish to make a statement before sentence is passed?”

“Yes,” I barely answered in tremulous voice.

“Proceed.”

Summoning up my courage, knowing there was little I could say that would alter my fate, I cleared my throat, took a deep breath, and at the top of my voice cried out:

“Cock-A-Doodle-Doo!”



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# 172:

The best teachers do not try to change us,
they help us unlock what is already within.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 194:

Do not cloud what is real
and unexplainable
with rational pretense.



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# 190:

The friendliest, most kindhearted people
are those most without fear,
especially fear of themselves.



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# 195:

Instead of arguing,
learn what your adversary thinks and why.



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# 175:

If I didn't know what I know now
I wouldn't know what I know now.
But I know now what
I didn't know when
I didn't know what I know now.


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I've Been Busy!


Brian Williams and I were recently embedded in Afghanistan but we got separated from our military escort and were lost for a week at the Kandahar International Airport, living on vending machine candy and coffee.

Then, in the middle of the night, the ghost of Robert Frost suddenly appeared on a luggage carousel, enshrouded in a glowing blue-white mist. He spoke to us:

"Whose woods these are I think I know, his house is in the village though," pointing toward the northeast quadrant of the airport. At first I had no idea what this meant, but he kept repeating the phrase in a louder and louder voice: "His house is in the village though," until at last, almost shouting he said:


"HIS HOUSE IS IN THE VILLAGE YOU DUMMY!"

This final outburst awakened Brian and between the two of us we realized Frost was directing us to a part of the airport that would facilitate our escape.

By early morning we'd made our way northeast where we finally encountered the ticket counter. We were a bit embarrassed that we hadn't thought of this before, but wrote it off to battle fatigue. Brian tried to charge our tickets on his NBC Visa card, but for some reason his account had been closed, and so I sprung for the airfare. At least they gave me an Auto Club discount.



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# 144:

There is no “best” way to satisfy hunger,
with food or religion.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 205:

Earth is the place for making mistakes,
the place of learning,
especially,
learning to forgive.



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# 252:

A prayer is an articulation of the soul.


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# 173:

Embrace your sadness,
for the wound must be treated
in order to heal.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 143:

We have a moral obligation to embrace joy,
to be as happy as possible.



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Blackjack




Poor old Blackjack,
Battered with one eye swollen shut,
He comes to my back door and cries for food
But he hurts too much to eat.

He cries to bring me out,
To hear the sympathetic sound of my voice,
To feel the rush of warm air from the open door
Against the stiff chill of early morning.

He comes close to the open door
But will not go in.
Some distant memory of being a kitten,
A house cat,
Pulls him to this place of food,
This place of sanctuary from the larger world,
The more dangerous world
He is now too wild to escape.



~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photo by Russ Allison Loar

# 152:

Everyone is no one at all.


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# 161:

May we live up to the wisest words we speak.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 182:

Enlightenment is not a destination,
it’s a beginning.



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# 202:

Perhaps another word for God is Being,
Something whole
In which we have individual parts,
But still always part of the whole.



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# 212:

You must see your own destiny to fulfill it.


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# 251:

The Truth Has Jagged Edges.


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A Lie






I was playing with a baseball I’d found in my front yard when two older boys walked up to me.

One of them said, “That’s my baseball. I hit it over here all the way from the park.”

The park was about three miles away, but I was seven years old and I believed him. I gave him the baseball. The two boys walked away down the sidewalk laughing.

Lying in bed that night, thinking over the events of the day, I realized those boys were laughing because they had told me a lie and I believed them. They were laughing at my honesty.

I decided I wouldn't be so stupid next time. Despite my decision, so many years later, I’m still surprised how skillfully people can lie.








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# 204:

Those things you waited for never happened,
because this world requires that you

make things happen.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 165:

So much of the trouble in this world
is caused by certainty.


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# 162:

Despite your heartfelt forgiveness,
there are truly evil people in this world
who do not deserve to be forgiven.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 148:

Sometimes, the belief that achievement
comes only after prolonged effort
becomes an excuse.



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# 203:

I am not important enough to disagree with.


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# 197:

Perception requires contrast.


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# 240:

My moments of enlightenment
remind me of just how far I’ve fallen.


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# 176:

Jesus, the embodiment of God.
The only one?
What about you? What about me?
Even the tiniest blade of grass
reaches toward the light.



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# 163:

I see my faults most clearly
when I point them out in others.



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# 147:

It’s only my body that ages.
My soul has a different measure.



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# 141:

If you grow a larger soul,
be kind to those you leave behind.



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Alternate Endings





On center stage is a large, green chalkboard mounted on a wooden swivel frame. Standing stage right is geeky Lab Coat Man wearing a white lab coat with many pens in his pocket protector. He’s wearing oversized black oval glasses and holding a long wooden pointer. On stage left, next to the chalkboard, is a six-foot Toucan wearing a large striped tie. He has a giant yellow beak he uses rhythmically when he dances. A door is visible in the background.

The Italian song, "Zooma, Zooma"

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starts up with a vamp, waiting for Lab Coat Man to begin his song. He begins to sing, pointing to the lyrics on the blackboard as he sings them in an Italian accent while Toucan dances gaily in place.

LAB COAT MAN: ♫ Take a toucan to a tie shop, buy a tie for toucan too. (Music vamps – Toucan dances) Take a toucan to a tie shop and he wear a tie like you. ♫

More vamping and Toucan dancing while the sound of loud knocking becomes apparent, as if from an adjacent wall or ceiling. It’s Angry Neighbor shouting muffled complaints that cannot be heard clearly.

LAB COAT MAN: ♫ Take a toucan to a pie shop, buy some pie for toucan too. (Music vamps, Toucan dances) Take a toucan to a pie shop and he eat some pie like you. ♫

More vamping and Toucan dancing while the sound of knocking grows louder and Angry Neighbor’s voice becomes more furious.

Lab Coat Man flips the blackboard over where the words of the chorus are written in large letters for the audience to sing along.

LAB COAT MAN: Everybody sing! ♫ Ay, yi, yi, toucan like a pizza pie. Ay, yi, yi, toucan like a pizza pie. Ay, yi, yi, toucan like a pizza pie. Ay, yi, yi — ♫

Suddenly, Angry Neighbor bursts through the door and points a gun at Toucan while the music abruptly slows down and stops with the sound of a needle scratching across the surface of a record.

ANGRY NEIGHBOR: I told you! No pets!

Angry Neighbor shoots Toucan with a gun that ejects a red flag upon which the word “Bang!” is written. Toucan grabs his chest, swoons and attempts to hold on to the blackboard, then collapses on the floor.

Lab Coat Man pulls out a gun from his pants pocket and shoots Angry Neighbor. His gun also ejects a red flag with the word “Bang!” written on it. Angry Neighbor grabs his chest as Toucan did and collapses behind Toucan.

The song, “You’ll Never Walk Alone” begins to play while Lab Coat Man bends over the dying Toucan.

LAB COAT MAN: (After mournful consideration of Toucan, holding his wing, looking into his eyes) You’re the last toucan Angry Neighbor will ever shoot—on this planet anyway!

TOUCAN: (Looking lovingly at Lab Coat man with raised head, then as he lowers his head, with his dying breath) Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

LAB COAT MAN: (Standing up and turning toward the audience) Now, the alternate ending!

Lab Coat Man and Toucan resume their places while Angry Neighbor leaves the stage. The scene repeats. "Zooma, Zooma" begins to play.

LAB COAT MAN: ♫ Take a toucan to a tie shop, buy a tie for toucan too. (Music vamps, Toucan dances) Take a toucan to a tie shop and he wear a tie like you. ♫

More vamping and Toucan dancing while the sound of loud knocking becomes apparent, as if from an adjacent wall or ceiling. It’s Angry Neighbor shouting muffled complaints that cannot be heard clearly.

LAB COAT MAN: ♫ Take a toucan to a pie shop, buy some pie for toucan too. (Music vamps, Toucan dances) Take a toucan to a pie shop and he eat some pie like you. ♫

More vamping and Toucan dancing while the sound of knocking grows louder and Angry Neighbor’s voice becomes more furious.

Lab Coat Man flips the blackboard over where the words of the chorus are written in large letters for the audience to sing along.

LAB COAT MAN: Everybody sing! ♫ Ay, yi, yi, toucan like a pizza pie. Ay, yi, yi, toucan like a pizza pie. Ay, yi, yi, toucan like a pizza pie. Ay, yi, yi — ♫

Suddenly, Angry Neighbor bursts through the door and the music abruptly slows down and stops with the sound of a needle scratching across the surface of a record.

ANGRY NEIGHBOR: You’re having a party and I wasn’t invited?

LAB COAT MAN: Why of course you’re invited. The party hasn’t started yet. We were just rehearsing!

There’s a loud knocking at the door. Lab Coat Man opens the door and Pizza Delivery Boy enters.

PIZZA DELIVERY BOY: One extra-large banana pizza to go!

Lab Coat Man, Toucan and Angry Neighbor all look at one another for a moment, then burst out laughing while the “Zooma, Zooma” vamp begins again. They all sing the chorus together.

LAB COAT MAN: Come on everybody! Sing along!

All begin to sing, while singing offstage actors costumed as slices of pizza wearing ties dance onto the stage, tossing slices of pizza to the audience.

EVERYONE SINGS AND CLAPS: ♫ Ay, yi, yi, I like a pizza pie. Ay, yi, yi, Toucan like a pizza pie. Ay, yi, yi, I like a pizza pie. Ay, yi, yi, Toucan like a pizza pie. Ay, yi, yi, I like a pizza pie. Ay, yi, yi, Toucan like a pizza pie. Ay, yi, yi, I like a pizza pie. Ay, yi, yi, Toucan like a pizza pie. ♫

Singing continues until audience enthusiasm begins to wane as actors leave the stage. Then the music is abruptly slowed and stopped as before with the sound of a needle scratching across the surface of a record. Angry Neighbor pulls out a machine gun.

ANGRY NEIGHBOR: Wait a minute! I told you no pets!

Angry Neighbor shoots Lab Coat Man and Toucan in a barrage of fire. Their bodies shake as they are riddled with bullets, then crumple to the ground. Angry Neighbor surveys the carnage, then blows smoke from the barrel of his machine gun, grabs a piece of pizza and exits through the door.




Curtain



~ by Russ Allison Loar
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# 209:

This world is a joke, but I don't get it.
I am a joke, but the world doesn't get it.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 140:

When I am gone, don’t say I died.
Say I changed.
Say: At last, the butterfly has left its cocoon.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 213:

There’s no one quite as stupid
as an ignorant man who thinks he’s smart.



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# 137:

Perhaps the innate joyful nature of children has something to do with reincarnation.

Perhaps it’s a joy that comes from some unspoken, inner realization that one has survived death and come back again for another life.

Perhaps that explains the feeling of immortality so common among the young.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 214:

Sometimes, a nation, like a person,
must make mistakes in order to learn
and move forward.



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# 136:

Technology belongs in the servants’ quarters.


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# 135:

When the seeming hopelessness of reality
darkens your spirit, employ faith
as an instrument of imagination.



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# 216:

Don’t wait for the dream.
Be the dream.



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# 133:

When there are no rules
it’s hard to rule anything out.



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# 250:

Ask the elderly how they are.
Behind every “OK” lies pain.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 132:

When everything is permitted,
everything is committed.



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# 223:

First, it’s what you say.
Then, it’s what you do.
That’s Love.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 128:

You’ve got to keep a vigilant awareness
of your own ignorance to keep learning.



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# 219:

There are only so many years
between ignorant youngster and senile senior.
Make the most of them while you've got 'em.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 123:

The hopeless prayers
are the most important prayers.



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Lights




















Without love,
Some kind,
Any kind of crazy love,
The lights are out
All over town.





~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photograph by Julie A. King
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# 208:

When someone gives you advice,
ask yourself what they want from you.
It’s almost always something.



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# 191:

The real wealth of this life is time


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# 185:

In this information age, true understanding
requires us to go beyond generalization
and examine what is specific.



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# 159:

Disarm your enemies—laugh at them.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 157:

The secret of enlightenment:
It’s not what you think.



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# 131:

Kiss your dream sweetly or it will leave silently.


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# 117:

Being enlightened.
Knowing you’re not enlightened.
Pretty much the same thing.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 107:

It’s an ordinary poem in a gilded cage.


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# 226:

Knowing is remembering.
Experiencing is being.



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# 247:

All knowledge is based
on the amazing fact that we exist.



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Poetry Class


“Nothing beats an 18-year-old pair of hips.”

It’s from a poem. Her poem. That blond-haired girl in my college creative writing class, reading her poem out loud, a poem about her love of sex, of having sex, preferably with lean 18-year-old boys at the zenith of their sexual energies.


Within a few days of her recitation I noticed she began coming to class with the professor, a man not quite twice her age who evidently was quite willing to submit his hips to her critical assessment. 

Yes, they had definitely paired off, but unfortunately, the academic quarter came to an end before she had a chance to construct a poem about this new sexual experience.

But why should I let that fact limit my own imagination?

You Are Not My Daddy



Yes, you are not my daddy.
Yes, you are not my boyfriend.
Yes,
Yes,
Yes.

Oh my God,
Yes!

~ © Blond-haired College Girl

There’s nothing like a college education to expand one’s imagination.


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# 180:

We are a sales pitch nation.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 177:

Academic poets hide behind literary devices,
keeping a safe, intellectual distance
from what is intensely personal.



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# 211:

This Is The Age Of The Pure Self

Anarchy,
Not just for the dispossessed anymore,
It's catching on like wildfire,
A fad,
A new sport for the upper crust,
For those separated from the great mass
By privilege,
Power,
Perception.

This perception of superiority,
Now this is the motive force,
Not just for the well-to-do anymore,
No,
Even the lowest inhabitants of the social order
Feel superior these days.

Now,
In our cities and our streets,
In our homes and office buildings,
In all manner of public and private places,
Now,
No one is safe from this self-righteous anarchy.

This is war.

To each their own pure self,
The pure self that needs no law,
That bends to no man, woman or child,
That considers not its own frailties,
Sees no larger world beyond itself,
Enforces its iron rule without mercy,
No matter how trivial or mundane its kingdom may be.

Nor more humility,
No backing up,
No admission of error,
Of guilt,
Of responsibility.
All actions and motives of the pure self are beyond question.

We encounter one another
In our day-to-day lives
And exchange the menacing glance.
All is understood.
Ours is the age of the pure self.




~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 249:

When you are treated as if your life
has no worth, then you have
no honor to uphold.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 134:

I would legalize marijuana
for limited recreational use.
You could only smoke it
while playing badminton.



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Poetry























I Remove The Stone

In these later years I sometimes despair
When thought returns to unburdened times,
When moist-eyed remembrance,
Sorted from care,
Makes longing for such pleasant fiction
A stone in the heart.

Shamed by my childish discontent,
My sophisticated selfishness,
I hear my breathing,
I see this world,
I remove the stone.

~~~

I n poetry, the writing is the thing that comes last.




~ by Russ Allison Loar
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# 126:

Logic cannot reason away
the wounds of the heart.



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# 110:

I learn more from pain than pleasure.


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# 227:

This world is neither full of joy nor full of hate.
It’s full of us and who we are.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 112:

When things go wrong we ask why
–rarely when things go right.



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# 97:

It is more blessed to listen than to speak.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 178:

It’s easier to decide
you did not want what you failed to achieve,
pretending you had a choice.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 150:

You can’t really explain yourself
to someone who’s not intelligent enough

to understand, though the impulse to try
is often overwhelming.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 127:

My advice to young people:
Don’t take anyone’s advice–especially mine.



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# 88:

Even the fallen may have grace.


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# 210:

The obligation of a leader
is not to pretend virtue,
but to be virtuous.



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My Revelation




















For me, this existence, "This," is eternity.

The kingdom of heaven, and hell, and everything else in-between is at hand. Right here. Right now.
Whatever is past and whatever may come, This moment is all about how far along I am as an eternal soul, an eternal being, an eternal something or another, names and labels being limited as they are.
This is my revelation.
So many of us believe heaven is somewhere else, a reward for a life well-spent, our ethereal home where there will be no more strife and struggle.
But what if we died and awoke in heaven and it was a place just like Earth, where we inhabited physical bodies and had to put our spirituality to the test in a physical world of human interaction and social evolution? We might very well doubt we had entered the kingdom of God.
For me, entering the kingdom of God is about awakening, seeing what has always been here. And for me, hell is also here. Wherever there is the possibility of heaven, there is the possibility of hell. It has something to do with free will.
This is my revelation.
I do not know where I will be after my body dies. Perhaps “I” and “where” will no longer apply. Nevertheless, today, I am in heaven. I cannot imagine a more heavenly miracle than the persistence of life, hope and love on this planet, here among the uninhabitable planets of our solar system. I cannot imagine a more heavenly miracle than the birth of a child.
Here in heaven, you put a small seed into the ground and it comes back flowers.




~ By Russ Allison Loar
~ Photograph by Maxine (aka: maxxximpact)
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# 168:

The trouble begins when we apply the
imaginary world to the real world.



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# 85:

Infatuation makes a fool of even the wisest man
–if he’s lucky.



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# 130:

Being madly in love eliminates philosophy.


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# 15:

The wind of thought blows dust into my eyes.


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# 221:

Those who oppose the truth
are the real enemies of the people.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 230:

There is no music so sweet
as a baby’s laughter.



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On Moonlit Freeway













On moonlit freeway
I see the weariness in your eyes,
A few stray strands of hair
Around your face
Illuminated against the black
Inside your car.

It is late.

We who work overtime are driving home
In silent, anonymous autonomy.
Though I’ve seen you a thousand times before
In full fluorescent sun,
Numbed by office decor and decorum,
Tonight in my rearview mirror
I see the phosphorescence of your truer self,
Your innocence.

It is the innocence of the oppressed
Who, after overtime is through,
Have nothing disingenuous left.





~ by Russ Allison Loar
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# 234:

I have love in my heart for all.
I just don’t want to spend time with them.



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# 91:

So many poems are all frosting – no cake.


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# 104:

Faith is the wellspring of hope,
when the mechanisms of destiny
are beyond comprehension.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 81:

There are many ways to die.
Only a few of them are physical.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 49:

I criticize my sons for being like me.
I know too well where that can lead.



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# 225:

Without the heart,
words and meanings fall apart.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 196:

This is the future the science fiction
writers warned us about decades ago.

The surprise is how voluntarily
we have accepted our brainwashing.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 167:

Where you’ve been matters less
than where you are.



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I Knew A Young Man


















I knew a young man
Who drank warm water
Right from the faucet,
From his cupped hand.

Everything he did,
An act of defiance,
An act of strength,
His way through the world.

They sent him to the war
And he didn’t last a week.





~ Poem and photograph by Russ Allison Loar
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# 174:

When you say “no” to one thing
you are saying “yes” to another.

No and yes are partners.
Each is half of the whole.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 146:

If your life is going way too fast,
go stand in line at the DMV.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 120:

We pray for help, for miracles,
but actions have their consequences.
It is the way of this world.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 22:

It is my singular ambition to be an angel.
The other stuff is weakness.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 192:

Being true to yourself
does not require anyone else’s approval.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 224:

Morality is not about what you think,
but how you behave.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 248:

I’m trying to increase
the escape velocity
of my soul.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 156:

Nothing is hidden.
Life is about learning how to see
what is already here.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 142:

Once you create an angry mob,
there’s no turning back.
The mob is in control.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 206:

If you could travel back in time,
you would forget how you got there.

# 235:

The truth you believe may not exist
beyond your imagination.




One Cup Of Coffee















S o many of us are struggling,
Tormented by work and money,
Dysfunctional families,
Disease and decadence,
Political injustice,
Weather,
Inertia.

Yet each morning,
After only one cup of coffee,
I am glad to be alive
One more day.




~ Russ Allison Loar
~ Artwork by Christian René aka runnerfrog
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# 229:

Moment by moment we check for messages,
as if we were all heart transplant surgeons,
waiting for the call.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 53:

What you do matters.
Who you are matters more.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 79:

A poem is like an orgasm.
If it lasts too long,
the poet is probably faking it.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 57:

In the blink of an eye
it’s Monday again,
eternal Monday.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 138:

Now that we have infinite choices of information to ingest in this technological age, there are few, if any, predictable paths to self-identity, to self-realization. Now, each of us can carve out a distinctly original, distinctly personal path to being and becoming. Now that we have these tools, we should be increasingly skeptical of those who would prescribe the course of our lives.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 99:

Life is for discovering
what we already possess.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 103:

Human beings
may be the only animals
that wonder.



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# 55:

Answers can be found in silence.


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