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 92nd 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.
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