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