a taste

A student asked his teacher to explain what gnosis felt like.

The teacher explained, “You can’t know this until you know this.”

And the student pleaded,
“I beg that you try my teacher.
I’m trying to ease myself into readiness.”

The Gnostic said:
“How would you describe
the taste of honey
to one who had never
lived the flavor
the sweetness
the smooth sticky
the heat sweet brings?”

And the student found his silence.

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