As a little girl, I used to love the variety of food my mother made. Except for one in particular. Every new year's day she used to cook an odd recipe which contained all 6 tastes - sweet, salt, sour, bitter, pungent and astringent. I simply could not bring myself to like it however my mother would pull a face if I didn't taste it. So I used to literally just taste it to get away with.
Lately I have been fathoming some unpleasant feelings and in my meditation yesterday showed up a thought,
'Your lows accentuate your highs in life.
Don't push it away.
Breathe it in and taste life fully.'
The light bulb went on! Perhaps this is what my mother meant when she insisted that I had to taste all 6 tastes, whether I enjoy it or not. Or may be it was deeper than that - while each 6 tastes had a unique effect on the tongue together they make the taste of life! What do you think?