this is the way it is indeed

inspired by the teachings, i have moved on from my place of comfort, in the clearing, amid the creatures i now know so well.  if i, archelon myself, walk for many miles, in search of my own bodhi tree (you see, guru, i try my best) i find myself in sand and spray.  animals hidden in the darkness of decaying dunes.  and here giant crabs crash to the ground around me - once, twice, again - dropped from the mouths of gulls to break open on the rocks.  and i must wonder, if perhaps i should not have simply stayed put.