Unity in Nudity

When ever possible

I greatly recommend

Getting naked in the woods.

Feel the breeze on your skin

Even if it’s soft.

Feel the fly land on your arm

The moth on your leg,

Bees on a flower petal.

Feel your genitalia like mycelia,

Damp underfoot

Liberated

Diana is hiding behind a tree

And if you center yourself properly

You might become like Aphrodite

Like Murphy

Like Miley

Like Zeus

Like children running in the pasture.

You might find yourself

Laughing for no reason.

Perched nude upon

A rock in a stream

Surrounded by wet moss

Gleaming green and gold

Yellow Janice flapping small and significant

Among the dying leaves

The herbaceous soil

The ferns and secret cedars.

There is very little difference

Between the pink of your flesh

Or the brown

And the hickories and the sycamores

And the pebbles dancing.

Take your clothes off

And find out for yourself

That nature envelops you too.

That you are home in your own bare skin.

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