Your
clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.
And
though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a
harness and a chain.
Would
that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less of
your raiment,
For
the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.
Some
of you say, "It is the north wind who has woven the clothes to wear."
But
shame was his loom, and the softening of the sinews was his thread.
And
when his work was done he laughed in the forest.
Forget
not that modesty is for a shield against the eye of the unclean.
And
when the unclean shall be no more, what were modesty but a fetter and a fouling
of the mind?
And
forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to
play with your hair.
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