We can’t do it when we are young.
We know too little.
We have not tasted enough truth.
Eventually we can taste everything:
the sweet, the bitter, everything in between.
One day, Wisdom appears at our door.
Small and unsure at first,
it speaks nonetheless, each word
finding courage from the last.
One day we walk around a corner
and there it is waiting for use:
that space so deep inside
where our nature resides, that
which never changes, the constant “I.”
It is not the “self” but that which holds it close.
If you could taste it, it would
taste like candy we know
we should not eat
but we do
because of we didn’t
we could not be.
