Haunting us in this house of language, house of love, house of being,
house of transcendance, in the houses of our lives
where we feel the ecstasy of joy and pain of our bodies where
"our body is not in space like things; it inhabits or haunts space"(Meralu- Ponty, 5)

like orphans and butterflies thrown upon Railway Lines
eternally riding round the tracks of time

can we have a phenomenal understanding/interstanding being present in the flow of Nõ thing
with Iki / essential Nature understood/interstood only in the process?

Perhaps we can understand the Rose and the Well
as "Nature is at the ground of our Being" (Conway)
and water is the source of life.

It is Nõ horizon where "the Japanese stage is empty" and "emptiness demands uncommon concentration
where a slight gesture ... causes mighty things to appear out of a strange stillness" (OWL 18).

On the Way to Language am i becoming like the wise OWL or

am i forever that still blooming idiot?

With Language thinking itself into Being in the world, through writers
where Language has a way with words, it is Nõ romantic notion
to assume that poets act as conduits for the revelation or disclosure of Truth of Being.
"What is the mystery of the bridge?"

Words move, music moves, Only in time,
but that which is only living Can only die.
Words after speech reach Into the silence.
Only by the form, the pattern, Can words or music reach
The stillness, as a Chinese Jar still Moves perpetually in its stillness.

(Eliot, CP, 180)