Over the last couple of days I have been staring at the ocean waves.  Long roaring pounding foaming continuous unrelenting ocean waves.  Long “sneaker” waves coming right up to the tall coarse dune grass.  Sinking slinking waves going out pulling pounds of dirt churning into the earth.

It’s life, isn’t it?  Something building up to happen, smooth and rising, cresting and crashing and then it bumps into something else starting to get momentum.  Waves bursting into waves rising and falling.  For ever.

Somehow it makes me feel completely tiny and yet having thorough integrity as just this little me on my own dharma path.  To be me as best as it happens without excuses or regrets.

I am a perfect wave on the eternal Ocean of One.  I have the power and the depth, the fierceness and the sweet, the barnacles and the starfish.