
Ramadan
Eleven months out of twelve I delve deep into the abyss
Can't resist licking my lips at all the quips and tricks the world has to offer
I offer my prayers rarely
but then, Ramadan rolls around
I stop and sit and think
Let the last trickle of water hit the back of my throat
it'll be dry and crackle for 18 hours
my breath will probably give off a foul smell
I'll try not to get mad
I'll resist negativity
one month out of twelve I become a buddhist
meditate mind and soul and body
hush my lips
unfurl my fist
unburden my mind
relax those hips
I will free myself from wordly tension
because enlightenment is within, literally:
notice hunger pangs?
pray for the hungry
noticing your anger?
pray for the angry
Notice each time you notice you know this:
You are Aware.
Let awareness spread.