I’m not what you see.
I’m not this physical profile,
This aesthetic reflex.
In truth
I am the form that contains life,
the humble vase into which the Infinite is poured.
I’m the cup.
Change comes about through me.
I collect
I transform
I return
Nothing belongs to me,
And yet, everything, through this process,
It becomes part of me forever.
I am the cup, the cup.
I collect celestial genes
I transform abstract formulas
I return burning thoughts.
Nothing belongs to me,
And yet, everything, through this process,
It becomes part of me forever.
I am the cup, the chalice, the archaic Grail.
I pick up the fiery silt of the sky
I transform elements
I return alchemies.
Nothing solidifies, nothing is possession,
And yet, everything, through this process,
It becomes part of me forever.
I am the Water Carrier
The mythical Ganimide.
Distil the nectar of distant worlds,
I fertilize the earth, which welcomes and gives.
I’m the humble cupbearer
at the service of heaven.
I pour the waters of the spirit
On those who are thirsty.
Nothing belongs to me, yet, through this process,
From my jar
Life overflows.