I have come naked as the day my mother forced me into gloved hands. Left my prejudice and issues at the furthest stop between us. You’ve undressed me. Slowly. Layer by layer. Have made my skin relish the breeze. For too long has this armor kept me cloaked. Skin to skin, flesh to flesh. I have not known the intricacies. You showed me meditation. Relaxation. Acceptance and ease. By the bellows of the setting Sun and rising Moon, you have shown me how to connect. Freedom has come. Brought by your guidance. You have given me truth. Love. And peace. Undress me. And never clothe me again. I am at ease in your expanse.