In the quiet does one hear the elegance of Wisdom as she passes by. When one stops in the calmness of themselves, they may perceive her touch. For when she touches one - insight is given like water filling the depths of an empty well.
Where worry cuts off the ability to think and move, Wisdom’s touch removes the debris around. Relief’s sigh exonerates within the depths of one’s soul - the freedom from our circumstantial prison;
The insights, a robust fountain that springs forth from the depths of one's reality, their being floating in the ebb and flow. How wonderous is Wisdom's touch? For the waters of reality becomes enlightened to the ones marked by her fingerprints.
I wrote this poem based from the concept of being touched by Lady Wisdom (גבירה חכמה). As I pondered on this concept, this poem simply flowed.