Sorrow

Sorrow

My pain. My sorrow.
Meshed in droplets of tears
Within the universe
Where billions of pain and suffering circle.

And dance in floating swirls of sparkling dust
Like little fairies in flight.

Alone in my suffering.
Flight of the stars envelop me
For they feel my pain.

It was rememberance of their pain and suffering.

I find I am not alone. I lift my soul to the stars
and the dancing swirls of dust rejoice in my awakening.

I am no longer afraid.

Guam, My Home

The beautiful island of Guam- Where America's Day Begins. Soon to be a tumultuous bed of activity as the military buildup begins which promises to forever change the lives of the indigenous Chamorro people and others who call Guam their home.