So sorry, Ollie. Even monks get tired of keeping on keeping on in the face of so much difficulty, on a global and personal scale. I date my ennui to the 2016 election, I was a bright eyed optimist till then. Smiles. Poems, prayers and peace will find you again. I have faith in the tired monk.
The Tired Monk is tired as in rest...a restorative state between spirit and life. He will stretch his arms, yawn, open his eyes and see slivers of brightness rise with the morning sun...and begin once more his journey...and present us his affirming poetry of the simple beauty of who and where we are. Rest well, Tired Monk. Rest Well.
So sorry, Ollie. Even monks get tired of keeping on keeping on in the face of so much difficulty, on a global and personal scale. I date my ennui to the 2016 election, I was a bright eyed optimist till then. Smiles. Poems, prayers and peace will find you again. I have faith in the tired monk.
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