And the weaver said, "Speak to us of Clothes."
And he answered:
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not
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
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.