Sometimes I feel like wantin to be one of these dudes..
Or crazy ol Lao Tse hangin out in the misty mountains..
& at other times I feel like wantin to be one of these instead:
AAahh... tryin to figure things out...
& the Prophet says:
And the weaver say, Speak to us of
And he answered:
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 we wear.´
And I say, Ay, it was the north wind,
But shame was his loom, and the softening of the
sinews was his thread.
And when his work was done he laughed in the
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 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.
& stuff like that makes one lean more twards the former..
Torn between the two.....................................