Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Beautiful thought, Ollie!
you pack alot into these punchy poems, really like you style and look forward to reading more
There's a lot to love about this wee piece. It's honest but with such a gloriously expansive view.
As long as our minds can move, we are home free … to explore as we will. Love your message! Cheers.
And now our minds are moving with yours through that beautiful landscape! Thank you.
The flesh may be weak but the spirit will fly you everywnhere. Happy New Year Ollie !
Precious poem! Aging, as they say, is not for the faint of heart. The body does what it will, no matter how well we care for it. May our minds, all of them, carry us where we will.
Sadly true..."one day..."
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