Lord Shiva is both the creator and destroyer in Buddhism traditions.
This poem pays tribute to his role.
The waves carry messages from afar
The message of love for the shore
receptivity, reciprocity
The Atlantic offers rare,
finely curled tubular waves today
Rays of sunlight caress their tops
As they rise up and crest,
Riding on swift moving feet
to their final destination.
Sea mist tangentially blows back
to the ocean, the source
As if
Resisting
the pending
destruction of
The wave
As it
makes love
to the sand.
The sun and ever changing clouds
Bear witness to the coupling of the waves,
Looking down from above
To honor the beauty of such
Selflessness.
The wave
Crashing hard today
Rarely caressing
The receptive shore.
Feels more like fucking.
The booming sounds escape
As he folds over in
His final act.
Love.
The bass excites the witness,
It represents
The pleasure and release
As the wave meets its death.
Once spent,
The wave disintegrates
Leaving the shore to be once again its own
In its final approach and retraction,
Shifting her foundation,
bringing her to a new perspective
Smoothing out her rough edges.
She cannot be help
But be affected.
Bulkheads and jetties
Are foolish attempts
to block his effects
His affections
Blocking the wave’s love for her
Causing him to rise up in greater fury
At her rejection of his very essence
His very purpose.
The wave a Phoenix
In the water element,
Broken down
Only to be reborn.
As he flows under the next
incoming wave,
He caresses her,
attempting to grasp his lover
With his fluid fingers
Which can only carry fine pieces of her
and only momentarily.
Now,
Returning to the source
For his inevitable rebirth
Rising up once again.
Until then,
The shore shifts slightly, rhythmically
with each approach
and awaits the return
of her lover.
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Namaste
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