the turtle that came to the shore
takes me on his back to the bottom of the sea
my father is there my mother is there
they are young and in love
somersaulting in the waters
i join them in their play
hands interlock we form a circle
round and round we go
gulping in the liquid of life
in our new found forms...
we resolve what we couldn't on earth
to my surprise
below the surface
heaven is underneath
I love writing--It's my joy, my therapy--my confession. I'm a performer, dancer, yoga and meditation instructor, write a poetry column for Rafu Shimpo. Growth and love of life is a key to my happiness.
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Genie Nakano 
Wow. beautiful. Nice twist at the end.
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Hi Genie,
I find this writing intriguing!
I lost both my parents and other relatives. I miss and remember them but, I don’t see a reunion with anyone who has passed away.
Yours truly,
Robin Wind-Faillace
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