When the world first colored the sky
I consumed every sense with no ties
I was not in the field, but I felt the air
Life was there, but it was not mine
The fire burned, there was no pain
Only a reminder of the claim
That everything I touched was truly there
I needed not a future or a name
As the story of time quickened pace
Illusions of myself left their trace
I had entered the tale I could not see
There was so much for so long
Seeking any more is beginning to feel wrong
Is all still truly here?
Release me from my future and name
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one
I consumed every sense with no ties
I was not in the field, but I felt the air
Life was there, but it was not mine
The fire burned, there was no pain
Only a reminder of the claim
That everything I touched was truly there
I needed not a future or a name
As the story of time quickened pace
Illusions of myself left their trace
I had entered the tale I could not see
There was so much for so long
Seeking any more is beginning to feel wrong
Is all still truly here?
Release me from my future and name
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one
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