Duality of Sacred Ecstasy

I walk into another room, but rooms are only the spaces between ribs, and between them, something begins to burn.I don’t know how to swim in my own blood. I only know how to be flooded.She pulls me to the bottom, toward the roots, toward what existed before the name.Then the fire came. It drank the water. The house began to boil, turning into steam, into nothing, into pure presence.You search for a window, you search for a way out of your own skin. A window is a hole into the other. But there she stands — my face, stolen by the mirror.The glass sinks into my palms. I am nailed to the frame by this light. The window is closed. Flames lick my hair. Water fills my lungs.There is no exit — only the growing of one into the other. We are the same thing a single breath, split in two.One must burn in the fire so the other can live.