one more light-seen breakfast
one more mid-day lunch
excited by the pre-dawn feast
planning evening treats to munch
one more day of normal feeling
one more energy-filled afternoon
dreading that spacey, hungry dealing
sunset never comes too soon.
19 days of passionate yearning
not for food or drink, though missed
19 days of sun-rise clinging
to the hem of the robe I’ve kissed
19 days of overcoming passions
letting my attention rest on higher things
19 days of light-filled focus
and 19 tired, full, peaceful evenings.
to me, the Fast is a daily struggle
steeling mind and letting go
small part of a world-wide spiritual offering
yet my own judge, my own strength, my own hope.
One-by-one, each 12 hour question,
learning to breathe in transformed places
as I walk, well stumble slowly onwards,
challenged by but loving these 19 paces.
Fleur Missaghian, March 1st 2013