Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
That last line is especially poignant.....you make me see the scene so clearly, feel the quiet of the new snowfall. Beautiful, Ollie. Always a delight to read your words.
I can see, feel, hear, even smell this. Perfect.
A perfect moment and place indeed.
A powerful image of sanctified solitude. Like a rock Buddha in a wild, changing garden. Like the mind on the ocean waves of life.
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