Dwelling with(in) the text

I'm trying a new way of reading at least new for me, new in my experience. I'm trying to live with the text being read. I am struggling to live on the precise momentum/movement, the edge where the text is text-in-becoming because of my reading, a guest in my house, someone else who is to be asked, listened to, made an understatement (understood) invited again, befriended. Then, may be than I'l be able to see what's written.