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Soul of the RavenI was not born to shine with light,Not a songbird greeting dawn.I walk the dusk in silent flight,With a...
10/10/2025

Soul of the Raven
I was not born to shine with light,
Not a songbird greeting dawn.
I walk the dusk in silent flight,
With ancient truths the woods have drawn.
I wear the cloak of shadow deep,
My eyes—embers in morning mist.
To some, I’m stone that does not weep,
But inside, warmth and echoes twist.
I do not speak in lovely tones,
I nod to winds and falling leaves.
My heart burns low, in whispered moans,
Love in silence gently breathes.
I hear what others dare not say,
I feel the ache without a name.
I do not chase the sunlit way—
But stand beside you all the same.
If you see me as cold and lone,
A stranger dressed in twilight's hue...
Then look into my eyes—full grown,
A fire waits there, just for you.
I am Raven—truth’s silent wing,
Warmth concealed in midnight's skin.
No need for golden light to sing,
I rise where fading stars begin.

The Horse Who Walks Beside— for those who walk with horse spiritYou came not with reins,Nor with the weight of duty—But ...
10/10/2025

The Horse Who Walks Beside
— for those who walk with horse spirit
You came not with reins,
Nor with the weight of duty—
But with eyes like still water,
And silence that speaks truly.
You do not follow,
You do not lead—
You match the rhythm
Of a soul in need.
You feel the tremble
Before the storm appears,
Not in the sky—
But in quiet tears.
You stand like dusk,
Soft but wide,
A breath, a pause,
Forever beside.
You do not race,
You never chase,
But every step
Holds sacred grace.
You carry no burden—
Only space to heal,
A presence so vast,
So tender, so real.
In your gaze,
The mirror is clear:
Not who I pretend to be,
But who is truly here.
And when I forget
The way back home,
You wait—not loud—
But sure as stone.
For you are not muscle,
Not only stride—
You are the heart
That walks beside.

THE KEEPER OF THE GATE BETWEEN WORLDSBeneath the crescent moon, in midnight’s hue,Upon a withered bough, soft wings take...
10/09/2025

THE KEEPER OF THE GATE BETWEEN WORLDS
Beneath the crescent moon, in midnight’s hue,
Upon a withered bough, soft wings take flight,
One raven guards the key of realms of light,
One clutches shadows where the darkness grew.
Their mirrored eyes shall meet in fleeting time,
A threshold shivers, stirred by whispered air,
No judgment spoken, only silent chime,
As wind’s low hymn drifts softly through the pair.
Step through — perhaps to mercy’s tender grace,
Or to the depths where endless night is thrown,
The raven chooses not, but leaves the place
And where you go… is yours, and yours alone.

Spirit of FreedomBeneath the sky of endless blue,Hooves beat the songs the winds once knew,Eyes like rivers, deep and wi...
10/09/2025

Spirit of Freedom
Beneath the sky of endless blue,
Hooves beat the songs the winds once knew,
Eyes like rivers, deep and wide,
Carrying dreams where the spirits ride.
Born of the plains, kissed by the rain,
Untamed heart that no chain can contain,
Each stride a prayer, each breath a flame,
Whispering freedom’s sacred name.
Through moonlit trails and dawn’s first glow,
With ancient voices soft and low,
The horse runs on—wild, yet true,
A spirit of freedom… forever new.

Horse – Keeper of TimeFrom the distance, echoes of hooves resound,Horses run through the meadows of memory.Each stride m...
10/08/2025

Horse – Keeper of Time
From the distance, echoes of hooves resound,
Horses run through the meadows of memory.
Each stride marks a passing season,
Each breath carries the quiet shadow of time.
The horse belongs to neither yesterday nor tomorrow,
It stands within the unseen current,
Guarding the moments mankind forgets,
Reminding us each drop of time is sacred.
In its eyes, an entire sky resides,
Where youth, sorrow, and hope intertwine.
All who ride upon its back will hear a whisper:
“Fear not time — for I am the bridge you seek.”
The horse never ceases to gallop,
Like destiny’s wheel turning endlessly.
And when its hooves dissolve into the wind,
We understand at last:
Time does not abandon
It sends the horse to keep what we have yet to lose.

The One Who Speaks with StonesThey say the Blue Heron was not born from egg or sky—but carved from river rock by the fir...
10/08/2025

The One Who Speaks with Stones

They say the Blue Heron was not born from egg or sky—but carved from river rock by the first hands of the land. He rose when the world needed a listener, not a voice.

By the water’s edge, he speaks with stones—the old ones who remember when the forest was still a whisper. He learns their quiet language, waits through seasons, never rushing answers. The wind forgets, but the stones do not. And so, neither does he.

The elders say he appears when a heart is heavy and silence is needed more than sound. He does not offer comfort. He offers truth—the kind that arrives slow, like dawn through fog.

He walks the shoreline between worlds: land and water, memory and becoming.
He is not a messenger. He is the pause before the message.
And in that stillness, healing begins.

We call him T’łikwaan — He Who Listens to What Is Buried.

Horse – The Eternal Brother of the NavajoYou are not burden,You are the breath of dawn made flesh,The silent thunder rol...
10/07/2025

Horse – The Eternal Brother of the Navajo
You are not burden,
You are the breath of dawn made flesh,
The silent thunder rolling through the canyons,
The spirit-gift the Creator placed in our hands,
So that we might remember
That freedom was always ours.
When your hooves touch the red earth,
The cliffs awaken.
The wind bends to your stride,
And the desert sings with you
A hymn older than memory,
A promise older than sorrow.
You are not ridden,
You are embraced.
The People do not command you,
They walk beside you,
Learning from your patience,
Drinking strength from your stillness,
Carrying hope in your fire-lit eyes.
You are the bridge between worlds:
Between body and spirit,
Between earth and sky,
Between what was and what shall be.
In your breath lives the prayers of healers,
In your gallop runs the laughter of children,
In your shadow rests the courage of warriors.
You are not property,
You are kin.
You are the drumbeat that guides our steps,
The guardian who waits at the horizon,
The eternal brother of the Diné,
Whose soul runs forever with ours
Through the endless desert of stars.

The Darkness That GuardsThere is a darkness, not made to devour,but to shelter, to keep the soul in silence.Within that ...
10/07/2025

The Darkness That Guards
There is a darkness, not made to devour,
but to shelter, to keep the soul in silence.
Within that shadow, the wolf’s eyes gleam,
watching, guarding every step
from dangers unseen.
The wolf does not sleep, nor stray away,
it walks beside us in every breath, every wind.
Those who carry the spirit of the wolf
are never truly alone —
for in the night, a wolf always stands watch.
The darkness is a cloak,
the wolf, a hidden blade.
Upon the fragile line between fear and safety,
the wolf spirit lights a flame of courage,
so we may walk on, unbowed by night.

Raven – Keeper of the BetweenHe does not fly with the sun,but with the shadows it casts.In his wings is the memory of fi...
10/06/2025

Raven – Keeper of the Between
He does not fly with the sun,
but with the shadows it casts.
In his wings is the memory of fire,
in his beak the taste of storms.
He circles above thresholds—
where one world ends
and another begins.
To some, an omen.
To others, a promise.
He knows the secret that life is not straight,
but a spiral,
and only those who walk in darkness
can find their way back to dawn.
Where he lands, silence deepens,
for even the earth leans close
to hear what he will speak.
Káhl’tsen — He Who Carries the Voice of Shadows.

Moose – Bearer of Earth’s SilenceHe does not break the hush of dawn.His hooves press gently,yet the soil trembles,for he...
10/06/2025

Moose – Bearer of Earth’s Silence
He does not break the hush of dawn.
His hooves press gently,
yet the soil trembles,
for he carries more than his body
he carries the silence of the land.
In the still pools of his eyes
lie the unmoving stars,
reflections of an earth
that speaks without words.
Each breath is a prayer,
each pause, a remembrance.
Storms rage, rivers rise,
yet he remains
a mountain wrapped in fur.
He is not the voice of the wild.
He is its silence,
deep and unshaken,
the weight of centuries
borne in quiet strength.
We call him Náhkote — He Who Bears the Silence of the Earth.

Raven – Keeper of the Red BloomHis feathers are woven from midnight,his eye gleams with the cold fire of eternity.Yet pr...
10/05/2025

Raven – Keeper of the Red Bloom
His feathers are woven from midnight,
his eye gleams with the cold fire of eternity.
Yet pressed against his breast
burns the red bloom of separation
the spider lily,
flower of farewells,
born only where the living and the dead
walk in opposite directions.
He carries it not as a burden,
but as a truth:
that love does not die with the body,
it crosses rivers unseen,
it waits at the edge of silence.
Where Raven lands, the air trembles.
For he is not omen, nor end,
but a bridge of shadow and flame.
We call him Tsa’kwel — He Who Holds the Flower of Departed Souls.

Woodpecker – The One Who Beats the Heart of the ForestIn the silence of the deep woods,a drum begins to sound,not from h...
10/05/2025

Woodpecker – The One Who Beats the Heart of the Forest
In the silence of the deep woods,
a drum begins to sound,
not from human hands,
but from a steadfast beak.
It strikes upon the trees,
as if to waken green dreams,
as if to remind the earth’s heart
it still beats in secret.
Each rhythm, a prayer,
each echo, a hymn,
binding people to the forest,
binding spirit to the universe.
Slow, unyielding,
it teaches us that life
needs no haste—
only faith in the rhythm.
And those who carry its spirit
will hear what the wind forgets,
the truths hidden
deep within the wood.
We call it:
Ta’kwohen — The One Who Beats the Heart of the Forest.

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