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.
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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.
ReplyDeletemerry christmas to you and yours, ollie. much love))
xo
erin
Ahhhhh........I love the lights the best of all. Have a holiday filled with music and laughter.........and oodles of tired monk love.
ReplyDeleteThe temple sounds decked.
ReplyDeleteLight appears peaceful.