Mandala #21 and #22

Katie was the only admirer of this series of very simplified mandalas, which ends with this two lotus-shaped figures.

I found this poem whole, perfect for this moment. I've told several times to the author, Russ Loar, that he's the only alive poet that I've found worth reading. Won't keep to myself something that I think is miraculous.

There is a home in my heart
For each person I love,
Whether they love me,
Or not.

They’re all I’ve got.

Russ Loar, "A home in my heart".

Mandala #19

To the memory of the moment when I had a poem dedicated to me, by Russ Loar. Below.




for Cristian

1. Love Is Easy

Unlike philosophy,
Love is easy,
Actual.
You wake up each morning
And joy fills your heart
Because someone you love will say,
“I love you,”
Before the day is through,
And you will hold each other close
In a moment of eternity.


2. Love Is Hard

Unlike philosophy,
Love is hard,
Actual.
You wake up each morning
And pain fills your heart
Because someone you love has said,
“I don’t love you,”
And all day long
You will feel wounded and empty,
Hoping it won’t last forever.


3. Love Is Mysterious

Unlike philosophy,
Love is mysterious,
Ethereal.
You wake up each morning
And both joy and pain fill your heart
Because you ache to say,
“I love you,”
If only you could find someone
Before the end of another lonely day
And see the dream awaken.

Russ Loar, "Love is not philosophy".

Rainbowrn

It is the coming of rain I love,
When sky-filled clouds shade harsh noon
And cushion the noise of the city.
Slim eucalyptus trees sway in anticipation,
Imitating the sound of showers
With the soft applause of leaves.

I alone have stopped here
In this abandoned parking lot
To see the rain come.
I am praying for a deluge,
Enough to make us stop
And for a while be still.

Russ Allison Loar, "The coming of rain".