Bring me your skin, wet and warm.
Give me your weight, full and long.
Carry me, my long legs wrapped ’round you.
Let me taste you, shivering with ecstasy.
that central breath…
singin’ away my blues…
riding the wind…
The ideal is…
a state, not of withdrawal,
but of heightened perceptiveness and responsiveness…
My mind concentrated and my body relaxed, bones and flesh fused completely,
I drifted with the wind East or West, like a leaf from a tree or a dry husk,
and never knew whether it was the wind that rode me or I that rode the wind.
– The Book of Lieh-Tzu –