Two Women In A Tibetan Home Poem by Poetheart Morgan

they lived together wandering in the world
traveling, not knowing how to share

i think to myself
how things pass by me unnoticed

they sit in front of me …beggin me something
with blurry eyes, confused

i prefer to listen
the sound that comes from the little flags hanging
they are singing
they are praying
as the wind comes through them

A Tibetan Tradition……
Love, love, peace, peace

in home again…someone fingering on the piano
as the rain comes down and freeze the hearts
in that warm Tibetan house
so sad and just me …ready to hear