When you live in the wilds
\nYou learn how to call
\nTo mimic the wind
\nIs fhe wolves living rule
\nThe emotional life blood
\nThe marrow of mind
\nThe trait of the tender
\nWho come from behind<\/p>\n
The kinship of family
\nIts affiliation
\nTo being at one
\nWith the wildest of Nation
\nWhat is our
\nbaptism
\nOur initiation
\nThe sheperding function
\nAnd consolidation<\/p>\n
SIberia calling
\nThe expanse of coldness
\nTHe Sakha Republic
\nGreat Turkic souls
\nYAkutia people
\nIndigenous people
\nSemi nomadic in spirited roles<\/p>\n
Wigwams they go for
\nThey walk on this earth
\nWith the quietness deserved
\nKnowing the worth
\nOf the air from the canopy
\nThe fertility
\nFrom the sod and the freedom
\nAnd how life could be
\nIn the clutches of nature
\nThe magickal force
\nThe mimic the thunderbolt
\nAll of that force
\nTo stand in the open
\nAnd breathe in the light
\nTo feel its commitment
\nBoth day and at night<\/p>\n
The heartbeats of many
\nAre thunder to some
\nThe great shamans murmurings
\nSound like a drum
\nThe jews harp a reed
\nWith a feathered degree
\nThat mimics the birds
\nAnd the insects that be<\/p>\n
The shamans were many
\nBut now they are few
\nBeaten and broken
\nAll indigenous do
\nSuffer when plunged into
\nWhat is today
\nWhere the people from cities
\nLive with decay<\/p>\n
To be out in all weathers
\nAnd aware of the sky
\nThat great panorama
\nThe cyclonic eye
\nThe storm clouds approaching
\nThe wind at its height
\nThe ethereal moonscape
\nOf genuine night<\/p>\n
The SIberian winters
\nClose in on the soul
\nSnowstorms are many
\nAnd depth does control
\nThe transmission of sound
\nAnd the howling we hear
\nAs the wolves hunts are heavy
\nAnd abundantly clear<\/p>\n
Reindeers are herded
\nHorses are too
\nBlessings are sought after
\nHarmony through
\nBeing with Nature
\nFeeling its power
\nRespecting its avid desire
\nNow to tower
\nOver the mountains
\nGreat blizzards of snow
\nUnlighted and sunless
\nNot even a glow<\/p>\n
Its a really hard life
\nNomadic and strong
\nWith ice in your face
\nAnd in fact a rare throng
\nOf villagers around you
\nHopeful to find
\nThe wisdom of ages
\nFrom the depth of the mind<\/p>\n
All the wild animals come close to be
\nNot discriminated against actually
\nThere is complete fairness
\nThis is belief
\nMaintained and accepted
\nWithout any grief
\nThey came in their own time
\nTo discuss with the clan
\nTo cherish what forecasts
\nWere easy for man<\/p>\n
The misinterpretation of the different wave
\nThe strain of each moment
\nThe horn from the grave
\na representation of horror snd fear
\nAnd that water is life
\nAnd needs to stay here
\nThe risks though are many
\nThe growth of machines
\nThe absence if Nature
\nThe solitary keans
\nOn the ancestors knowledge
\nThe instinctive thought
\nThe path of the messengers
\nThat had once taught<\/p>\n
The freedom to just be ourselves
\nAnd To stand in the snow
\nTo look up at the sky
\nAnd know where to go
\nTo be able to see what is happening now
\nAnd exclaim
\nThat one’s spirit is open
\nTo how<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading