My Spirit Is A Flame

I take off my clothes and dance naked in front of the fire. My spirit is a flame. Without a name or a number, a destination I am without clothes or masks. I am myself without chains or potholes placed in front of me. A row of fire guards I am the coals in the grate shimmering. This is the true meaning of life. This is the meaning of love. Like an open tulip bud, I danced. And sang, and later I returned to my more confining clothes. Put on my mask and asked for forgiveness and help To do all my other more familiar unhappy tasks.