Wisdom derives from the word for taste.
Taste and see we are told.
this world, this life replete with flavor.
each other, ourself, rich and hearty.
Am I drinking my fill?
Do I partake of the bounty before me?
Is there silence, solitude, to see, to touch, to taste, as I would be instructed to do, were I to see the something of this life that is beyond my capacity to see?
There is a primitive life-not base but pure-which beckons.
Like the banquet call to dinner, i hesitate, to see what the man in front of me will take
I don’t want to make a mistake~