We hurl coconuts to the ground circumambulate the Shiva Lingam shrine at the Yoga Shakti Ma Ashram my grandsons little Sean and Alex tug the temple bell after each round ringing in the New Year above, the moon full, white candle glows in Shiva’s dreadful locks and cobras looped around His sapphire neck dare not hiss Auspicious One! drink the halahala poison of hatred, anger, lust, jealousy and pride lodged like an arrow deep in our hearts churn the ocean of nectar and awaken the sleeping Self cradled softly in a manger swaddled, peacefully within