Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Oh, I love this! :-) So simple, so wonderful.
Oh, Ollie, I knew yours would be super-cool! It says it all! Will you ever post a photo of the tired monk in his robe????? I feel I know him rather well! Oh I know, I shall have to do an interview with you and Reveal the Mystery!!!!!!!
That was just perfect! Not too little, not too much - just right!
LOL!No center-dipped, cot sized mattress?
LOL. Well, remember: the road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. You can still catch up!Very cool take on the prompt.
What else does a person need? Transitory food in the bowl, I suppose, but there can be great gain in working for that food yourself. What would it be to leave that to someone?I imagine your bowl. I've an old wooden one, a hundred years old. Sadly I don't need it. It sits on my table. I imagine a life lived in which it might regain its value.xoerin
i never met a man in a robe who didn't expect me to fix him breakfast.cool short poem, ollie.
Sublime in its succinct perfection.
Simplicity is best...
Short form poetry is hard. There's no place to hide. This is nothing short of genius here. I really like this a lot.
Ollie,I knew that I would enjoy a visit to your Blog.The simplicity is priceless and is indeed the legacy!!!!Best wishes, Eileen
You have a zen style, very true! I always love your wit~
Ryokan, is that you?
Should a called this Ryokan's will. SNAP. Where did you go my little lost bowl?
this is what religion ought to be:an empty robe, an empty bowlwithout preconceptions.
You would make an ideal travelling companion...you could help me carry my luggage,I don't travel light:)
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.