Goddess Of Delight

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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