Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
We all need a lesson from these young Taoists.John 3:8hp
Babies and poets: the great observers of the human condition. Only an old poet wets his pants more than a baby, though.
Such images you place before the inner eye!
oh i just love this, thank you for sharing it. mostly it's wonderful to be the noticer, right? occasionally burdensome. sigh.love your poems, just love them.
Old Ollie,I think there is a wisdom and peace to be seen with these words today.Best wishes, Eileen
I love the curiosity of those baby monks! I love seeing the world through their eyes.
A whole day of noticing is good...
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.