Writing My Mind.com: February 2019

# 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.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 97:

It is more blessed to listen than to speak.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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Birdsong

Even the finest words fall away in early morning birdsong.

~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Artwork by Alexis Trice
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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.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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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.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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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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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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