Wisdom is not rare
Wisdom is of all of us
Wisdom is of all things
So
Wisdom is not rare
But
If you understand
The language of the owls
In the Kingdom of Owldom
And have the patience
To sit windy nights
And face
The tempests, hail,
Lightning
Not frightened
By the cannon-peals of thunder
Then
Go and sit beneath
The branches where owls sit,
Silent.
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