Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
the lights are transformative, aren't they, ollie? we put up our tree last night and suddenly we poked a hole through time and wound up in the glow of all time. merry christmas to you and yours, ollie. much love))xoerin
Ahhhhh........I love the lights the best of all. Have a holiday filled with music and laughter.........and oodles of tired monk love.
The temple sounds decked.Light appears peaceful.
Sweet. Animals love Christmas too.
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.