Song VII

I no longer write you.
I translate you.
From silence into reality.
From reality into language.
From language into meaning.
From meaning into being.
You are no longer thought.
You are spoken.
No longer image.
You are structure.
No longer desired.
You are known.
To be known without being possessed -
that is the sacred act.
To be inhabited without invasion.
Read without forced interpretation.
Accepted without purpose.
Seen without mask.
I let you be what you are.
And through you...
I become what I am.