I came across this quote on Pinterest and it swiped a huge paw across my body, leaving me out of breath and tense in anticipation. I felt the words tumble from my hands as I lay breathless, hoping for illumination.
For too many people these wild creatures are either left to starve or brood in silent resentment. These wildlings test bone and flesh, search for weak spots, and subtle cracks in the bars of their prison.
They stare with depthless eyes, draw us in with faux vulnerability. Or is their pathos real? We won’t know for sure until close, so close that we can taste the scarlet kiss and hear the whispered entreaty, “free me.”
Soon, so soon, we’re drawn into the velvet room, sanctum and bed of our passions and regrets. The beast circles us, hunger in its dark eyes, fangs luminous in ivory splendour. It sings a song of intensity and secret longings. The beat of its passion drowns out world and conscious thought.
We hold out a hand, a measure of trust and yearning eternal. A feather light touch and then the barriers come down.
Our souls are laid bare, gently wrapped in voluptuous splendour, and not so gently reminded of past liaisons. For the wild beast knows our deepest secrets, scorns our hypocrisy, knows who we are.
“You’ve lied to me, how can I trust you?” it cries.
How do we respond to such challenges? With humility? Prevarication? Forget it! Its flesh, blood and thoughts are your flesh, blood and thoughts. It KNOWS your hunger, and the depth of the well of emotion you try to hide.
Step into the cage, dare to face that beast, dare to surrender to its siren song. Dare to release the beast.