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The Guru from Bali

 

She needed a change.

The spirits were too heavy.

Too local.

Her mind needed some chaos —

Some quantum physics stuff.

So she got that ticket

To New York.

It was to be a three month pilgrimage

That would involve coffee shops,

Churches, discussions, sitting in Washington

Square Park, playing chess with men

Masquerading as derelicts.

She’d hit the 92^nd Street Y,

Look into the eyes of a street kid,

And join the Japanese hippies

In the East Village.

Then she’d be ready to go back.

Inspired.  Fulfilled.

Ready to feel the peace

And remember how to be here and now

Before starting, again,

To help others get their bags packed.