Wild

Puerto Madryn, Chubut, Argentina

Perhaps man’s greatest folly is trying to tame the wild.

He has done well at succeeding, or at least it may appear so from an outward appearance. But the wild of woman & of the world cannot ever lose its essence, no matter how dimmed its vitality may fall.

It’s no coincidence that woman bears a curious resemblance to the earth itself. They are like two separate but intertwined forces. She is her & her is she. To delineate between the two would be of no purpose. Her beauty leaves you breathless. She effortlessly bares life. Her presence alone is calming.

Her magic is too much, we could say. It is so powerful that there’s been an endless quest  to conquer & control her. To treat her as if she is a possession. To own such beauty would be the ultimate testament of success. The aim to venerate her beauty has crossed into the shadows, into the land of sequestration & perhaps even worse will occasion into the hostile territory of apathy.

Like the earth, woman is delicate & vulnerable. She is not immune to the naysayings or the wrongdoings of those who tread upon her. If man wishes to enjoy her vastness, her expansion, she must have her space to flourish.

Doesn’t he know …it’s best to let her be as she will…to flow like a wisp of vapor….move as if in dance…that she will refuse to open up into a blossom when she feels tired or threatened. Doesn’t he know her beauty is to be admired from a distance. 

that he must slowly & cautiously approach her.

that he must wait, be patient, if he wants to enjoy her in her entirety.

testing how close he can get to her, press up against her without imposing in her space, without invading her privacy, without interrupting her peace, without dulling her radiance, without tarnishing her beauty

doesn’t he know…controlling her will cause her to wither & wilt

there is a reason why it’s said

Love her, but leave her wild

-Atticus