as told by Osho
Buddha once pointed to a flower and asked each of his disciples to say something about it. One pronounced a lecture. Another a poem. Yet another a parable. Each outdid the other in depth and erudition. Mahakashyap smiled and held his tongue. Only he had seen the flower.
Life is like heady wine. Everyone reads the label on the bottle. Hardly anyone tastes the wine. If we could only taste a bird, a flower, a tree, a human face! But, alas, we have no time. Our energy is spent deciphering the label.