where movement is non visible

a celestial orbit drawn dawned

o great womb

from Venusian void

these four wolves emerge

Umai Grey wolf calls earth

she is moss and moist

Ulgen White wolf

spirit that transmutes

future keeper who guards

this trinket box

Reddish Brown Erlik

he is the healer

placenta of the past

Tengri blackens

walking volcanic craters

all that has no color

your inner most path

all the little ones

the babes you threw

into the bathwater

smallest of deaths

tiny white blossoms

and lies

innocence

heaven

waits inside

ask the wolves

feed them your tenderest flesh

bleed with the

howl with them

these are my ancestors

I thank each of them

for my birthright

there is a saying I found

to live is the rarest of all things

no matter which shape

you are alive

miracle !

remember not to step on kind flowers

I recently read that moss grows

without roots, we distinguish ourself

from these ancients

may your wish be smaller than a breadcrumb