WOMAN

 

In search of the desert witch, the shaman-woman,

Forget the archetypes, forget the dark and petrified profile,

Do not examine the clouds

Packed on the horizon, violet and green,

For her image, do not chase

The ready-made abstraction, do not gaze at symbols,

As long as you want her without a face, without a scent

Or voice, as long as she does not squat

To piss or scratch herself, as long

As long as she does not snore under her blanket

Or grin when she early in the morning

Grabs the stone-cold millstone,

As long as she does not have her own peculiar face,

With light bags under her eyes or with a stripe

Topaz shining in the black

Of an eye, as long as she does not limp

As long as you try to simplify her meaning

As long as she only symbolizes power

She is kept helpless and conventional

Her true power fled back, further into the past in,

We cannot touch or name her

And silenced by those who need her

She suffocates in unspeakable loneliness.

Art: Cailleach Bheur by Victoria Ni Keltica