"I Have Sprinkled My Bed

With Myrrh, Aloes, And Cinnamon.

Let Us Drink Our Fill Of Love Till Morning."

~Proverbs 7:17

 

Sweet cinnamon, lovely dark brown bark of a cinnamon tree, hills of cinnamon but not far away, right in my own backyard, gardener of The Garden Of Eden, sip cinnamon and love Wisdom. Love Cho-achma. Wisdom has beautiful dark black piercing pupils in Her eyes, colored by earth brown irises, and a pure whiteness around the eye, needing no face make-up to beautify Herself. Cinnamon is the herb of Wisdom--She grows it in Her garden, wishes She could feed the whole world, but She just needs to feed me. I have an open mouth and cry for Wisdom to feed my parched lips, in a desert without cinnamon, without tea, without Her. She is there for me, once a week, Wisdom, and is the wisest of all of wise elders at the Sanctuary--Wisdom is The Rabbi. Rabbis are the wisest of all the cho-achma in the world--Rabbis are our Saviors. Drinking cinnamon tea with a Rabbi is the greatest honor in the world. Better than an Aliyah--who deserves this honor to drink cinnamon tea with a Rabbi? To drink tea with Wisdom? It is she. She is the daughter of a Rabbi, and Rabbis are great and their daughters are greater. Drinking cinnamon tea everyday. Drinking it and relaxing, not booze, not a beer, just tea. Tea every afternoon. Stay and drink tea! Feed the world with Your Wisdom, not with Your food, we are hungry for what You know, Dearest Wisdom, we are hungry for Wisdom's smile, Her gentleness, Her toughness, Her. She. We want Wisdom to stay!