Deborah​ K. Tash​​/White Wolf Woman

In Her Image Studio

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This Series is a combination of art and poetry.  Sometimes the art inspires the poem and sometimes vice versa.

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               OUT OF THE RUBBLE

COLLAGE

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OUT OF THE RUBBLE

Just out of reach

The rubble of the wall

Brought down in sorrow

Hiding the wailing child


The wall needed to be

‘Til safety lent its name

After enough of time

Opened the heart’s portal


A wall to hide behind

Becoming a trap

Until soul work completed

First opened a door


It began with the eye

Peering through the cracks

Then piece by piece

Dismantled with intention


Then learning the steps

To trust and slowly

Emerging from the shadow

Hands and heart inclined


The work of taking it apart

To examine every stone

A way to rebuild the psyche

And discover other hidden selves


Finally seen and recognized

Ready to embrace

That newborn child

Quieting the wailing with love


22AUG20 TASH ©

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      AND SHE IS WAITING THERE

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JOURNEYING

The path to the foot of the hill

Winds past the forest

Sun shining amid the branches

Past the ocean sand

Then leads to the top

And She is waiting there


So many guises

Seated on a stone

Her temple surrounded

A grove of Eucalyptus fragrant

Tall and swaying in the wind

Their glowing seeds rising

Fringed wings of delight

And She is waiting there


Smiling above the hidden cavern

Walls of crystal

In the heart of the hill

Sacred pool

Hidden grove of flowers

Altar for the shadow

Waiting in the depths

For the creation of a new beginning

Allies waiting for me

And She is waiting there


10SEP20 TASH ©

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ANOTHER POEM FOR WHITE WOLF

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ANOTHER POEM FOR WHITE WOLF

White Wolf stands beside me


Know you

That death is a portal

Taken to the realms

Walk into them

With both eyes open

Raven at your shoulder


Know you

That the realms

Are all present

Each vibrating in elemental joy

Though you may only see one

As if it were a solid reality


Know you

That the song of your cells

Accompanies all acts of purpose

Health, wealth and happiness

Found in each present moment

Embodied spirit waking here


White Wolf stands beside me


20MAR15 TASH ©

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                  ANCESTOR SONG

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ANCESTOR'S SONG

They’ve passed

The presence of body

No longer a part of

An experience I can hold


        Touch


They’ve become

An essence of trees

Nestled in the stones

Singing in the stars


        Shaped


As water slips

Around the curves

That define space

While time has freed them


         Alone


I wrestle with absence

Poking at it

Like a hole

Where a tooth has been


         Joined


To their meaning

As life carries me forward

To the juncture

Where death will welcome me


         Embracing


Each solitary minute

Defined by their absence

Singing in my blood

Like a welcoming song


20SEP12 TASH ©

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                        MORRIGHAN

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MORRIGHAN

She waits for me

Long black feathers

Glistening in imagination

Beckoning with fierce intention

From the vision of her face


She waits for me

Beaked battle crow

Raven and harbinger

Daring me to redefine

Her gifts of conflict


She waits for me

Spiritual warrior and Muse

Her visage half obscured

Shadow deepening the mystery

As she watches without malice


She waits for me

To learn the steps

Dauntless in creativity

Leaping past the barriers

That only exist in my mind


She waits for me

Her questions answered

With canvas, paint and brush

Courage to make a mark

Beyond the fear of defeat

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29DEC14 TASH ©

     ILLUMINATED POEMS SERIES EMERGING IN WINTER'S SHADOW

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EMERGING IN WINTER'S SHADOW


Winter’s face emerges from my dreams

Pointing to the lessons of source


Calling me

Calling me


Calling me back to the interior

Setting my focus with visions


Gentle and insistent demands

Pull me away from daily tasks

To long hours alone in half sleep

My soul dancing with my animal intent

Some likeness to hibernation

But thick with unconscious knowledge

        breaking free when brush touches paint

        reprimanding my fears

        that inform me of my difference


“Yes” she whispers, “Remember”

“You were meant to follow only your path”

“And I am here to guide you!”


16JAN15 TASH © 

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                            SEERESS

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SEERESS

To be a Seeress

One must cultivate with care

Envisioning expanded horizons

Rooting down into desire


Allowing every sense

To engage with dreams

Feeling into visions

Til sight becomes sensate


Til touch brings orgasm

Moans the gift of hearing

Filling the air with laughter

And sweet musky scents of sex


The taste of pleasure

Allowing the act of seeing

From the seat of soul

Resting in the heart of spirit


Daily life informed with knowing

Every moment fulfilled

Walking in the woods

Being loved and cherished


Finding true purpose

Bringing the gift of sight

Into daily focus

To share with all the world


Claiming

Out loud

The Seeress

Within


17MAY17 TASH ©

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         MUSE OF THE LIGHTBULB

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MUSE OF THE LIGHTBULB


A filament of invention

Held high to entice the Muse

Set in the center of a small glass globe

Powered by a longing for more light

Than wax and wick burning

Could provide in the dark night of the soul


This incandescent hearth light

Imagination made manifest

Rendered city streets comprehensible

Frisson and the heat of vision

Undaunted by impossibility

To rival the brilliance of a summer’s day


She whispered in his ear

Dulcet secrets of invention

Til who could tell which came first

His staunch and intrepid determination

Or the Muse’s invitation to envision

A small glass orb to light the night


29JAN15 TASH ©