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