i must find a way to be like the Rose ... i must find a way to be still
while i speak to understand Nõ thing the Rose silently knows Nõ thing

"Shall we, live amid the thoughts that can go with us by steam-boat and railway
as once upon horse-back, or camel-back, rediscovering, by our re-integration of the mind ...
the old abounding, nonchalant reverie?" (Yeats in Engelberg, 114)

Can we know "that mystical sensation of recognizing a corresponding inner feeling in an outer reality,
an affinity that startles us with the the hint that our own private memories belong to an inclusive memory,
a collective unconscious that preserves and reinvigorates the world" (Engelberg, 121)?

"Such a moment would leave, as it were, a good deal of space which an echo could traverse,
a potential in which intensity had room to expand." (ibid131)

spirit ... transmutating ... into masks .... still moving ... with shadows casting light
while life is fluid ... ever shifting ... ever changing ... ever flowing ... like Nõ thing

"As a deep of mind can only be approached through what is most human, most delicate,
we should distrust bodily distance, mechanism and loud noise" (Yeats, CNP, V) and be like the Rose?

"Man - he is the humble servant claimed by the truth of being and engaged by Being
for the preservation of its trust and truth. Man is a mere mask through which another power speaks.
Man is 'the persona, the mask of Being'" (Versenyi & 'Heidegger' 101).

Are we but servants of the Rose, the Nõ Flower?

PRESENT . . . A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of our rowing -

FUTURE . . . (From Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There )