Be wilderness.

The raging wolf looks at night
the sky falling by side
and eyes mind the creator
with opinions of its own.

I call the winds of the making
and summon the dark knight.

Need of rage and death
to make the bright new day light
shine on this treasure that is life,
new life.

I know the giants
and I know the small men,
I know the wars and peace
that can be in this land.

I call on the winnings of believing
and I pray to them to hear me.

Such desire to know and be
and see what the winds want of me.

Such love for the knowings
and feeling being god
by just letting it all be.

The sky cries at the street
and the moon, like a good mother,
looking at the wet son
that's inside warm and dumb.

Go to the streets and feel the water
on your skin,
feel cold and suffer.

Feel, let it be felt!

There is an uncertainty in this life.
Being on the center of it
is the only solution.

Not trying to avoid it,
fear it,
getting away from it.

Come my son,
let the father teach you to be man again.

The wolves to protect your blood
and the eagle to be your thoughts and prayers.

Fly high on the air of life.

Let the spirit find you.

If suffering,
let it suffer
and then push forward
to conquer.

I know the dark nighted feelings...

Let it be
and be with them stronger
and unbearably wiser for the world
to know the vengeance of creation.