We The Creative
We of the large-brained variety
Are the creative animals.
Survival is not enough,
We must have reasons to survive,
Philosophies,
Theologies.
And just to prove
How creative we really are,
We pretend our imaginings
Are the work of God.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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The Mystery
When the temporal world turns against you
It’s hard to sustain faith in the eternal,
To embrace the mystery.
Some say our bodies create our minds,
That our sense of a soul,
A spirit,
Is but an illusion created by our physical existence.
But do we not struggle in this life
Between physical desire and spiritual aspiration?
Why would our minds invent such torment?
The cruelties of existence so often extinguish hope,
The fuel of imagination and inspiration
That calls us to dream,
And to bring our dreams out of the ether,
Into our everyday lives.
Some sophisticates reason away spiritual inclinations,
Blessed with fortune and purpose as they are.
But this too shall pass.
Each of us,
At last,
Entering the heart of the mystery.
Are You Ready To Believe?
Are you ready to believe?
Have you finally fallen,
Fallen so low,
Humbled and humiliated,
Defeated at last by your once insatiable ego,
Fallen so low
That now you are ready,
Ready to believe?
Do not despair,
For this world is chock full of gurus,
Wise ones who will set you straight
For a nominal fee,
If you are truly ready,
Ready to believe.
Surrender your small insignificant self
And join us here in this cavernous auditorium,
Our hands in the air,
Hallelujah!
It’s kindergarten all over again.
Ashes, ashes,
We all fall down.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Tonight
All the lovers in bliss,
All the babies in pain,
My joy runs through my sadness
Like wind through rain.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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