When the little windwheel

When the little windwheel outside
the cabin window sings in the
gathering thunderstorm….

When thought’s courage stems from
the bidding of Being, then
destiny’s language thrives.

As soon as we have the thing before
our eyes, and in our hearts an ear
for the word, thinking prospers.

Few are experienced enough in the
difference between an object of
scholarship and a matter thought.

If in thinking there were already
adversaries and not mere
opponents, then thinking’s case
would be more auspicious.

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