Indian food: rice, chapatis, sauces, lentils
A second poem:
When to this self I was firmly attached,
from me, hidden You were still staying.
While I was seeking You, time passed:
looking in, You and I blissfully, uniting!
And a third poem:
By pandering to your appetites,
you get nowhere;
By penance and fasting,
you get conceit.
Be moderate in food and drink
and live a moderate life,
The gates of Heaven will surely be
thrown open wide for you.
