Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Or a week off! Hang in there, Ollie!
sigh. so much you have to give, tired monk.allow the ones who love you to give back to you :)
Oppressed,if I were a snake,I'd shed.
Have a break tired monk.. Be safe and be happy...JJRod'z
Sign me up for one, too!
i wonder about these times, ollie. it seems we are signed up for them, rather then electing them ourselves. perhaps we need them. without them how might we appreciate that other place?and so now...xoerin
Hope your day gets better ~Happy sunday ~
There's nothing wrong with owning your weariness. In fact, I think it's good mental health to balance the yin and yang. Being happy every second of our lives is humanly impossible. I really love how well you expressed yourself. As a reader, I could feel your despair but know it's not permanent.
No pun intended but this poem weighs heavy. It reeks of burden and hardship. It seems though there is a wee chance of overcoming with patience although not written. Thank you for sharing such a thought provoking piece.
that's why he shouldn't have sold his Ferrari!jokes apart, you express so much with so few words...wonderful craftsmanship.
A lot expressed in so few words. The weariness of the world...*hugs*
i dislike waiting
Uncomfortable in its heaviness, Ollie.
Old Ollie,It seems like something is pressing heavily upon the shoulders of The Tired Monk.Perhaps a day of simple prayer may help!Eileen :)
My first time here...heavy days scratched cell block deep...I am feeling that way now...nice work!!
I feel that weight double O, but you must let your words and imagination free you from the bonds, they always help free me :^)
Time off and time alone seem to be needed. Hope you get some rejuvenating rest soon.
oh, waiting always offers us the hope and the boredome and weariness... :)have a great day...
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