Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Not so with cats.
Old Ollie,A necessary additive to the dutiful enthusiasm of a tired, but willing body.Brighter days ahead :)Eileen
It is raining cats and dogs here, Ollie........love your morning song:)
Slow mornings are my favourite ones.......
Makes me think of a figher, a weary boxer hoping for a last great round.
Sounds like a master working hard. Kinhin baby!
This is a beautiful poem that somehow speaks to kindness and gentleness.
it seems like balance to me, ollie, a slow meeting of the day.xoerin
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