scattered bits
along the path
just out of sight
the tired monk
steps from the path
seeks...gathers
all the lost love
a film my novices made...
They are trying to get brother Joel to visit us at the Monastery. So please like and share.
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Love often seems to get scattered...thank goodness for those willing to pick up the pieces. Very nicely done :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a great video for such a sweet song! Thanks so much for sharing it.
fantastic post all around! love your poem, love that song, love the video, wow! the early chords of that song remind me of Richard & Mimi Farina, and that is a big compliment. i love the moody teenaged love. excellent!!!!
ReplyDeletefantastic post all around! love your poem, love that song, love the video, wow! the early chords of that song remind me of Richard & Mimi Farina, and that is a big compliment. i love the moody teenaged love. excellent!!!!
ReplyDeleteOh I love that the tired monk is gathering up all the lost love. SOMEBODY needs to!!!! The young novices are growing up, it appears. They made such a tender and lovely film.........takes me back.....waaaaaaaaaay back, to those days of young love. This is so touching, Ollie.
ReplyDeleteOllie,
ReplyDeleteThe novices are so lucky to have the care, guidance and love of the tired monk....
Thank you for posting such a lovely musical accompaniment along with your words.
Great to have you back :)
Eileen
If we could pick up all the discarded love from the wayside, how rich we would be. Grand idea in tired monk style.
ReplyDeleteI love this little allegory, and the simple, telling words in which you recount it.
ReplyDeleteVery sweet poem.
ReplyDeleteKeep gathering those pieces, they're worth more than any gold, much like your poems :-)
ReplyDeleteI like the gathering of all the lost love ~
ReplyDeleteI have always love the fact that your cryptic lines pack so much within their pint sized frame.wonderfully done again.and thanks for the comments.
ReplyDeleteThis is very well written -- tight (my favorite writing) and full of imagery. I can just see that tired monk picking up the love scattered and lost on the path.
ReplyDeleteAnd, thanks for stopping by my blog and leaving a comment.
I'm glad the old tired monk was there to pick up all that love. Wonderful!Sometimes all we have to do is step off that trodden path for find it. :)
ReplyDeleteSo much more can be found when we leave the trodden path. I like your poem, I like their movie.
ReplyDeleteFinding all the lost love along any path would be a blessing!I wonder if one should have his/her head up or down when one looks for it!
ReplyDeleteHello.
ReplyDeleteFor me, love is never lost, just patiently biding its time to embrace those in need. Nicely expressed. I liked the video too. Thanks for sharing & visiting.
Body Of A Woman
nice...a wise man is the monk to go in search of the lost...as then it is never really...smiles.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful poem.....Gathering lost love...A beautiful thought...
ReplyDeleteThe tired monk did a loving task for mankind. Loved the song.
ReplyDeleteNice work...enjoying visiting your blog. #
ReplyDeleteI used to see things in the same way- bits and pieces-
ReplyDeletealmost petals, or as in one piece of teen art I used triangles!
I am not as broken or likely to crush things, today. Thanks.
Amazing video and Music.Is that for a contest? If so ,all the best man !!
ReplyDeleteThe song is wonderful. The guitar playing is really good. I'm glad the tired monk is there to pick up the pieces of the scattered love.
ReplyDeletethat's really sad. poor monk, giving up love and real life and real living for a fantasy.
ReplyDeleteI love the feeling of antiquity and how you deliver it.
ReplyDeleteI love the video. The song. It is beautiful with a comforting melody. And the you, like a father figure picking of pieces of lost love. A wonderful post that filled me with a range of emotion. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteSo affirming, this piece. I am sure there is no love wasted - perhaps temporarily lost or off the path, but never gone nor wasted.
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Gathering all lost love..how beautiful. Love the video.
ReplyDeleteWonderful that the monk gathers love when he steps from the path--gives us (off the path and tired) hope. k.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem - great video, too.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, and I think music like that would make a nice change from Gregorian chants at the monastery. ;-)
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem and the video is so sweet. My daughter is going to graduate from high school on Friday (no boyfriend), still I can imagine many goodbye hugs and the sadness of the teens who will likely be letting go of their high school sweethearts for the last time in the coming days...everything changes. An important lesson, they will learn many more times throughout their lives before they understand it and can accept it with equanimity.
ReplyDeleteLove the monk gathering all the lost love....lovely!
ReplyDeletegreat to see you at the pub man...already read but thought i would say hi while i was here...smiles..
ReplyDeleteA wonderful write...and you can bet I'm sharing the video...I LOVE Joel...if they win can I come too :) Happy OpenLinkNight!
ReplyDeleteIf you're going to stray from the path, I can't think of a better reason...sometimes the path doesn't really go where we need to be going any way.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the video--very sincere and simple and made me feel a thousand years old.
A monk meant good with a life of sacrifices.Rightly said if he should'toil' for the good of others. Great write!
ReplyDeleteHank
The second stanza indeed makes the poem. I love the idea of gathering lost love.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I enjoyed the subtle quality of this poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful work! The imagery is heart warming, so much love is left ungathered! Wonderful! Pleasure to meet you Old Ollie xoxo
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy the zeroing in on specific thoughts...not muddied by the use of too many other images etc. Great writing.
ReplyDeletepowerful simplicity is the defining characteristic of a wonderful poem (for me at least) and this is IT! thanks~ enjoyed
ReplyDeleteOllie, love the Koan quality of your words. They really do come across as a riddle, though at first they so ordinary.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the poem and the video. I am grateful for tired monks who collect love. Nice.
ReplyDeletei liked the image of you gathering all that lost love. and thanks for sharing the video. great talent!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, and video. I enjoyed them both! Thanks for sharing. :)
ReplyDeletevery nice poem. I love the first stanza for all it is, and the manner to which the second progresses really is nicely conveyed. Good read. thanks
ReplyDeleteThe monk is perpetually tasked.
ReplyDeleteCan he preserve his willingness, his energy?
Lovely and well done!
ReplyDeleteLovely. Reminds me of
ReplyDelete"And in the end, the love we take
Is equal to the love we make."
{Ami}
http://sundrysumthins.wordpress.com
A peaceful thought. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteNature Poems
ReplyDeletePicnics poetry offers a lot of beautiful nature poems so if you want to write your own words you have a lot of sources of inspiration to choose from.