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Mike Marr
Japan the nation is a sad little old man
Sad that a big strange bully crushed his dreams
Stripped him of his pride
Japan the land is a beautiful young woman
Vibrant, loving, creative
Bathes your soul when you hike in the forest
Gently touches your face with her mist
Energizes your Qi as you laugh with friends
Soon we will attend a remembrance
For the sad little old man
Admire his handsomeness
Remember his accomplishments
Long for his love
He will look back and weep
While she hugs you
Knowing his role made you more
Vibrant, loving, creative
So we love
the setting sun
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Catherine Purucker
Unbelievably powerful. The heart of so many spoken so profoundly simply and honestly and startlingly true. This is a real hurt and I admire your courage to express it . We are all all sojourners in this world and only the knowledge of God and being a citizen of His kingdom can ever fill that desire for love requited .
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Liz Rice
Thank you for this. Beautifully said and written. I grew up in South Korea and can relate in so many ways. (My memoir, Rituals of Separation, addresses these same issues).
Seval
Dear Reylia!
What a beautiful love letter, with all its yearning for just wanting to belong unconditionally.
Your words resonated with me. I was born and raised in Germany but my parents are Kurds from Turkey. When people don’t fit in the usual boxes it gets really confusing for most people and I need to be careful when I say this because I’m sure I’ve been guilty of similar comments myself without realizing.
But your story is wonderful as it helps to become aware of our own stereotypical thoughts, actions, and words.
I also would like to add that I remember how as a child I envied people for whom their nationality, their sense of belonging to a country, seemed clear and straight. They loved their country and felt pride. In my time here in Japan though I came to understand that I’ll never be able to hug Germany or Turkey or Japan like you can hug a person and that the meaning of home for me was made up of memories, a sense of belonging to people who I love and who love me back, of cultural rituals and common understanding. That growing feeling helped me free me from this aching desire wanting to be accepted. I’m still learning how to feel accepted from the inside, not so much from the outside. And the truth is, we are kind of like a new strong hybrid being, and I for myself need to own up to that.
Nevertheless, stories like yours and mine are important. They might not change things on a bigger scale in our lifetime, sadly, but they will make a difference in smaller ways. And those count!
Warm hugs, dear Reylia!
Your Seval