Everything was naked.
She was naked, I was naked, absolutely everything was naked.
Even the demons were naked.
It seemed unheard of.
It looked Amazing.
When I would go home at night I would have naked dreams, with naked souls in the naked light.
I was not a nudist or a Buddhist or a communist. None the less, everything was naked.
The sky was naked, her eyes were naked, her soul was raw and naked, the flowers were naked. Then I looked to the ocean and for just a minute I thought I could see a veil, a shroud masking her, so I closed my eyes for what seemed like eternity and when I opened them... The Ocean was naked and always had been naked. So I forgave her of the wrong she had never done.
And that's when it began. The pure madness. The pure insight. The pure seeing.
The seeing was naked. The being was naked. That which was seen was totally naked.
In the evening, as I wrote this, a salamander came and spoke to me.
"Who Am I?"
There was no Reply
Just the echo of the infinite nakedness.