Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
I never though of mud as being humble, but I love the phrase. The first and last stanzas are my favorite, because they smell of cool damp earth.
I like this. Waiting for entrance to the Navan temple. Wait...your young masters are gonna test you Old Roshi. You got your kyôsaku ready?
all walks of life, full of emotional twists and turns..well done.
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