The See...II

The waters swallowed her,
  pulling her ever more deeply into
  the dark, wet abyss.

Holding her breath,
  feeling her lungs burning,
  knowing she couldn't hold
  much longer.

Seeing, still, the vision in her mind,
  even as her limbs grew still
  and she drew the liquid breath.

Knowing she could never step
  on the turtle.
  She could not harm another
  for her own benefit.

Floating gently on the tide.
  Not feeling the cold or the wet.
  Feeling only release and peace.

Ours is to live and strive and learn
  and, sometimes, to struggle
  and question...

but never to harm another
  on our way.

The see,
  gentle and warm,
  blue and effervescent,
  giving way to the quiet but powerful
  rhythm of the turtle,
  now gliding under the girl,
  lifting her gently on its back,
  carrying her on,
  her vision gleaming in its eyes.

See

We are one.

Harming another, no matter how small,
  harms us all.

Walk in peace, love always,
  harm never,
  on this journey.