New York City’s
Side walk
Grey scale rush
Crowded void
400,000 strong
Zip-locked masses
Shoulders bump
Causing discomfort
And souls bounce
Woman wrapped
In Belief garb
Floats in a mystical fog
Feet don’t seem
To touch the ground
Too close for comfort
One might say
One might have
A sense of push back
Automatic reaction
Too close for comfort
Eyes crystal clear
Orbs tell a story
Accent-ed words
Mingle with the scent
Reminiscent incense
Throwback memory lapse
She reaches out
Touches my hand
“…please put your name in the book…”
Improvised words
With good intention
I can not hide
The puzzled expression
Mystified suggestion
Cloaking my face
For solitary protection
Small gold emblem
Placed into my pocket
– Work Smoothly Lifetime Peace
Torn folded page
Handwritten name
Scratched in vein
For reassurance
For salvation
For दान Dāna – donation
Soaking blood red beads
Slipped around my wrist
In the holiest of exchange
Warmest thoughts
And well wishes
– from the Goddess Of Delight 

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