On Femininity
The Beauty in the Feminine
What is femininity if not a living metaphor for life’s ebb and flow?
For to be feminine is to embody chaos.
The gentle touch of a mother,
The grace and poise of a ballerina,
The elusive curves of the damsel in distress,
The seductive silhouette of the temptress.
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Are they not of the same life force?
And look at the men who often try to tame it,
Too crude are their attempts,
For to tackle nature directly is to remove all semblance of mystery.
Many have attempted to instill order within chaos,
Even more have failed.
And amongst the gifted few who have succeeded,
Blessed they are, for they receive the best nature has to offer; nurture.
Too many approach her with sheer brutality,
Too often I hear the woes of many,
Cries of mother nature’s disloyalty,
Not realizing that it is them who instilled the taint within tabula rasa.
Some say femininity is merely vulnerability.
Or is it something else entirely?
Something deeper, harder to define?
A mystery, ever-changing and undefined?
It is that which wields the power to tame,
And also births life unto itself, the power to rebel.
It is the living force that lives in the land of the maybe,
And the breath of life that is its own mystery.
Author’s Note: I always wanted to summarize my views on the feminine life force. To keep it as short and succinct as possible, while broadly covering general views. This is my short homage and reverence to all things Mother Nature & Feminine. God bless.
