Prayerful beginnings brought about through ideas,
eyes, reluctant, fear within, searching for
someone to believe in them.
Little fingers curled, lying upon windowless sills,
hiding in pockets of warmth, brought over by caring
people.
Attachments made with clothing, in turn receiving
warmth.
Prayer flags hanging starkly in view, tributes to
unanswered prayers.
Smell of incense fills the air, moni stones,
awaiting life to begin again.
Washing laundry as life is carefully washed over.
Woman painting Tonkas, realizing a dream of inner
strength, being able to fill some pride in the
heresy of life.
Monasteraily standing, beckoning - beautiful beyond
imagining, set strongly in life.
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