Fasting Poem

In silence and stillness, the body abstains, A sacred practice, where wisdom remains. Ancient echoes of souls who sought the divine, In fasting's embrace, a pathway they'd find.

With empty bellies and spirits aflame, They ventured inward, transcending the mundane. Through hunger's grip, they sought higher realms, Where the secrets of existence forever dwells.

In the temple of flesh, a sacred retreat, Where clarity blossoms, and truth is complete. As hunger pangs whisper, desires subdued, The veil lifts gently, revealing a new mood.

Time slows its march, as thoughts intertwine, A dance of shadows, a mystical design. The senses awaken, attuned to the unseen, A communion with the divine, serene and keen.

The body humbles, the ego released, In this ancient ritual, a soul finds peace. The layers peel, revealing the core, A raw essence glowing, forevermore.

In fasting's embrace, a journey untold, A transformation within, a story unfolds. Through ancient rhythms, the spirit soars, And ancient wisdom whispers at fasting's door.

So let us honor this ancient art, With reverence and gratitude in our heart. For in the hunger, we find our truest self, A glimpse of eternity, where all is wealth.