Shiva Surfing

William T. Hathaway

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Surf the Apocalypse
By William T. Hathaway

We stand on doomsday’s beach

watching waves rise and crash,

breathing the brisk and final breeze.

Shiva holds in one of his four arms

a surfboard carved from a bodhi tree,

His partner Durga and their son Ganesh

stand beside him, boardless.

I clutch a battered styrofoam body board,

knuckles white.

Over the waves gallops a white mare –

mane and tail streaming.

Kalki, the last avatar, rides her –

white beard streaming,

blowing his conch and shouting,

“Time’s up!”

Shiva paddles with four hands through the surging surf.

Shivering, I flop onto my board and try to keep up with him.

Durga and Ganesh mount the air and drop onto the waves.

She rides them barefoot on a cushion of kundalini;

he skims them on ivory skates.

The sea swells and circles us,

whirling in rings that seem to rise,

but it’s we who are sinking into them.

The ocean becomes a funnel of fire

that doesn’t burn but caresses in farewell

and turns my fear to joy.

All the waters and lands are sweeping together,

all the creatures are riding and whooping,

swarming over the waves in the final celebration,

end of time, space and matter,

end of the universe,

into the great womb of Parashakti,

taking it all back home to Brahman.

As we shoot the curl down the chute,

Durga blows Shiva a kiss,

and he waves and shouts, “Good show!”

We laugh, we laugh, we laugh

all the way to silence and dissolution

until the next emerging

into another blissful miserable divine profane glorious monstrous all-sacred cycle. Aum.

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