The wilds

When you live in the wilds
You learn how to call
To mimic the wind
Is fhe wolves living rule
The emotional life blood
The marrow of mind
The trait of the tender
Who come from behind

The kinship of family
Its affiliation
To being at one
With the wildest of Nation
What is our
baptism
Our initiation
The sheperding function
And consolidation

SIberia calling
The expanse of coldness
THe Sakha Republic
Great Turkic souls
YAkutia people
Indigenous people
Semi nomadic in spirited roles

Wigwams they go for
They walk on this earth
With the quietness deserved
Knowing the worth
Of the air from the canopy
The fertility
From the sod and the freedom
And how life could be
In the clutches of nature
The magickal force
The mimic the thunderbolt
All of that force
To stand in the open
And breathe in the light
To feel its commitment
Both day and at night

The heartbeats of many
Are thunder to some
The great shamans murmurings
Sound like a drum
The jews harp a reed
With a feathered degree
That mimics the birds
And the insects that be

The shamans were many
But now they are few
Beaten and broken
All indigenous do
Suffer when plunged into
What is today
Where the people from cities
Live with decay

To be out in all weathers
And aware of the sky
That great panorama
The cyclonic eye
The storm clouds approaching
The wind at its height
The ethereal moonscape
Of genuine night

The SIberian winters
Close in on the soul
Snowstorms are many
And depth does control
The transmission of sound
And the howling we hear
As the wolves hunts are heavy
And abundantly clear

Reindeers are herded
Horses are too
Blessings are sought after
Harmony through
Being with Nature
Feeling its power
Respecting its avid desire
Now to tower
Over the mountains
Great blizzards of snow
Unlighted and sunless
Not even a glow

Its a really hard life
Nomadic and strong
With ice in your face
And in fact a rare throng
Of villagers around you
Hopeful to find
The wisdom of ages
From the depth of the mind

All the wild animals come close to be
Not discriminated against actually
There is complete fairness
This is belief
Maintained and accepted
Without any grief
They came in their own time
To discuss with the clan
To cherish what forecasts
Were easy for man

The misinterpretation of the different wave
The strain of each moment
The horn from the grave
a representation of horror snd fear
And that water is life
And needs to stay here
The risks though are many
The growth of machines
The absence if Nature
The solitary keans
On the ancestors knowledge
The instinctive thought
The path of the messengers
That had once taught

The freedom to just be ourselves
And To stand in the snow
To look up at the sky
And know where to go
To be able to see what is happening now
And exclaim
That one’s spirit is open
To how