churning the big nectar

wave action..
hanuman has been busy this morning..
his churning rod has not been still..
the ocean floor has been tumbled and pummeled..
the ruckus, hubbub and commotion of the deep vast
rock tumbling at its most magnificent..
rearranging the earth beneath the  swells..
ancient colossals playing marbles ~
boulder tosses of the giants..

surfers look longingly at the waves they live for..
knowing not a one will venture out..
those same waves - the death of them -

walking along the shore's edge..
wet with NaCl spray..
crashing open the moist heart of compassion
soaking up the morning's tonglen practice..
saturating the parched anguished desert ..
the dusty roads of refugees ..

how does one live a life of grace
when others swoon too soon to their demise..?

i dunno..
just breathe them in..breathe them out..
i am the world, the world is me..
you are the world, the world is you..
*salt of the earth..be this..

overcome your uncertainties.
free yourself from dwelling on sorrow.
if you delight in existence -
you will be a guide.   
reveal the path.
               ~ buddha

keep churning the nectar, hannuman..
i am following your lead ~

* salt of the earth
- a person or group of people
of great kindness, reliability
and honesty -