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.