In the tower where i would write Nõ book to Nõ
one am i walking in Yeats' shoes or is he walking in mine
where Nõ ground is shifting as i fall off the edge into that eternal Nõ thing?
Jung20 though we are ... Young though we may be ... do we know the essence of Nõ ?

"The creative act creates the work. But the essence of the work (truth) is the original source of the essence of creation ... The work is a symbol ... serves best when it itself-- this painting or piece of stone--recedes and makes something else (the truth of Being) shine (as phainomenon to phanotaton) ... it is truth itself that projects itself into the work and summons us into the fray so that we may receive and transmit--but never initate--disclosure. Man ... He is the humble servant claimed by the truth of Being, and engaged by Being for the presentation of its trust: truth. Man is mere mask through which another power speaks. Man is 'the persona, the mask of being' ... " (Versenyi & 'Heidegger' 101)

Though raindrops are many, they are of the same water
Though rays of light are not one, they are of the same body
The form and mind of that One are immeasurable;
The ultimate reality is vast and boundless.
(Kukai in Shaner, 86)

Though leaves are many, the root is one
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now i may wither into the truth.
(Yeats, CP, 94)

At the railway station ...

Therein "a mask made by an artist portrays the soul of the character as concieved by the poet", (Craig, 44) as through Yeats' mask / work we may discover an introduction to Buddhist philosophy ... ...stillness... a body/mind awareness that echoed Celtic pantheistic / mythological celebrations of Nature, like that of the eternal Nõ - Flower - Hana - Iki - essence - still more ancient echoes appearing looking east looking west with Magnolia and Forsythia by the sea. In this transubstantiation21 the spirit of Being comes through the masks worn over and over through time with kokoric sensibility and simplicity ... still ancient echoes becoming through still moving masks as a chinese jar still moves perpetually in its stillness (Eliot,CP,180) Yeats writes of Nõ, in Certain Noble Plays of Japan,"The adventure itself is often the meeting with ghost, god or goddess at some holy place or much-legended tomb; and god, goddess or ghost reminds me at times of our own Irish legends and beliefs, which once it may be differed little from those of the Shinto worshipper".(CNP, XIV)

... of heart upon a page, of kokoro on record, of building Railway Lines home across the sea
while onomatopoiea slams the door open and i am thrown upon the tracks
to be blooming through Railway Lines that run under and over all of us,
Roses and Blooming Idiots in love with Roses,
Marine Buildings & life by the sea, Railway Lines & trains of thought,
Sun Towers & writing ... the Touch of heARTiculation ...

"J: ... a thinker would prefer to hold back the word that is to be said, not in order to keep it for himself, but to bear it toward his encounter with what is to be thought." (OWL, 26)

PAST . . . A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing -

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

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