I tied a label on it
Robbing it forever of its Godhood
Rendering it invisible beneath the layer of semantic paint
I am accursed
And every wondrous Suchness touched by my thought
Becomes a noun
Forever lost to me beneath its name.
The purity I glimpsed is now obscured
By the golden skin of language.
Oh to look!
Just to look with silent mind
In wonder at its being
The word springs all unbidden to my lips
And I have NAMED it once again
And tied a label on it
As I have been labelled