בס״ד
Bereishis
Knowledge itself is no virtue,
Like breath, it has nothing inherent,
Discernment has many voices,
The pattern growing slowly apparent.
Don’t be fooled into thinking you’re ripe for the fruit,
And impatient, heed counsel nefarious,
Because you are a garden to be tended with care,
And the search for wisdom, precarious.
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