When must I leave you he asked his teacher


meaning—must I ever?  Oh, when you know much


much less.  He asked other questions being


answered by a silence so


perfect that the forest sounds dropped


through it.  To meditate above the river, that


was easy, but when he came closer, thirst


crouched before him on the bank, and


drank.  Then a face was spread out on the


water: bearded and wild, it appeared


to be himself.  What is pictured on the river


must flow past, he said, Can I let the


whole thing go?  I will stand here trying,


where the forces meet; I will wait here


silent, though roots grow down from my feet.