The tule sway, a shadow's dance, Guardians in nature's trance. Harmony and peace dwell, A world where spirits swell. Silent watchers, power unseen, In midday's embrace, serene. Unity in hidden grace, A bond in nature's sacred place W.H. #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #writingcommunity

Beneath the sun, voices rise, Ancestors’ songs beneath the skies. Feathers dance, the day so clear, In sacred rites, we find no fear. Weyekin Heart (Stylized petroglyph drawing, can’t recall where the original is located) #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity

Eyes of wisdom, deep and wise, Curly mane beneath the skies. Shadows dance in black and white, Strength & soul in every sight. Together we shall roam the lands, Bound by trust & guiding hands Weyekin Heart #Poetry #weyekin #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nativeart #horse #tradition #writingcommunity

In silent dawn, where spirits meet, Shadows dance on ancient beat. Through whispers of the painted stone, The echoes of the past are shown. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #petroglyph #abtract #art #writingcommunity

Ancient wisdom casts its stone, Ripples spread, in quiet tone. From the center, lessons flow, Teaching us to live and grow. In each wave, a truth to heed, A call for peace, for all to lead. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity

Snow-bound teepees, silent night, Ancient whispers, stars alight. Painted rock, spirits bide, Winter’s camp, where dreams reside. Echoes weave through timeless space, Nature’s touch, in quiet grace. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nativeart

In dawn's quiet, the paper breathes. Each line is a heartbeat, each stroke a whisper of the soul. Drawing bridges seen & unseen, symbols emerge from spirit's touch. It's a sacred communion, a meditation, balancing intention & spontaneity, mapping the inner journey W.H. #Writingcommunity #prose #art

Through sage and stone, their footsteps hum, Ancestors carved where rivers run. Hate’s dust settles ‘neath the pine’s old sway, Today we tread their timeless way. In shadow and sun, a trail alive, One heartbeat guides where spirits thrive. WH #poetry #weyekin #tradition #writingcommunity

A big thanks to all my followers! Sorry I haven’t been posting lately but some life issues were pressing. I hope to see you all again soon.

Footsteps trace this sacred ground, Where deep heritage is found, In the dance of leaves and light, Our heartbeat, ever bright. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nature #writingcommunity

Yellow Wolf recounted: "A Form stood in the air…it talked to me... 'Look at me! Do as I tell you and you will be as I am…I will give you power…I am Hemene Moxmox (Yellow Wolf).'" This vision guided him to adopt the name #poetry #weyekin #tradition #history#visualpoetry #wolf #wolfWednesday

In the embrace of peaks so high, Mountains where the eagles fly. This sacred altar, ground so pure, Where traditions old endure. Skeletal trees, guardians wise, Echo the ancient spirits' cries. Here, beneath the endless sky, Our souls and nature unify W.H. #poetry #weyekin #poem #writingcommunity

Beaded Legacy Yellow laughter, beads of grace, Past and future interlace. Tradition's joy, modern art, Minion's smile, culture's heart. Weyekin Heart (Beading Artist Unknown, photo of a powwow Vendor’s art) #Poetry #weyekin #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nativeart #beading #writingcommunity

In dusk’s embrace, spirits roam, Nature’s call, a whispering home. Journey’s end where heartbeats drone, In silent prayers, our truths are known. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #drawing #abstract #sketch

For Those Who Have Gone Before In candlelight's glow, voices rise, Echoes of ancestors wise. Songs of earth, sky, and lore, We honor those who've gone before. Their spirits guide us evermore, In whispered winds and forest floor. Weyekin Heart

A big thanks to all my followers! Sorry I haven’t been posting lately but some life issues were pressing. I hope to see you all again soon.

In the quiet of the dawn, we trace, Paths where our ancestors did embrace. With each step, we honor the land, Linked by stories, by love's strong band. In the silence, we hear their call, To live in harmony with all. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #writingcommunity

Hooves thunder where the ghost grass bends, A riderless steed where time suspends. Hate’s shadow flees ‘neath the moon’s cold gleam, Spirits rise in a silvered dream. Through endless plains, their voices soar, One pulse, one breath, forevermore. WH #poetry #weyekin #nativeart #writingcommunity

Raven spills ink across the frost-bit morn, Wings carve grief where shadows are born. In hollowed pine, hate’s echo dies, A song of ash lifts to boundless skies. Through silence, spirits braid their lore, Kinship reigns where darkness tore Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #poem #writingcommunity

In the quiet of the dawn, we trace, Paths where our ancestors did embrace. With each step, we honor the land, Linked by stories, by love's strong band. In the silence, we hear their call, To live in harmony with all. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #writingcommunity

Through sage and stone, their footsteps hum, Ancestors carved where rivers run. Hate’s dust settles ‘neath the pine’s old sway, Today we tread their timeless way. In shadow and sun, a trail alive, One heartbeat guides where spirits thrive. WH #poetry #weyekin #tradition #writingcommunity

Raven spills ink across the frost-bit morn, Wings carve grief where shadows are born. In hollowed pine, hate’s echo dies, A song of ash lifts to boundless skies. Through silence, spirits braid their lore, Kinship reigns where darkness tore Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #poem #writingcommunity

Beneath the azure, poles arise, Reaching for ancestral skies. Unspoken stories, silent fight, Echoes through the endless night. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity #teepee #nextseason

In this hidden, sacred hollow, Waters dance, our hearts follow. Ancient voices, gentle and clear, In the cavern, we draw near. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity #waterfall

Silent shadows roam the plains, Their strength a quiet refrain. In the dusk, whispers blend, With stories ancient, timeless, penned. Beneath twilight’s amber glow, Grass rustles as they move slow. The scent of earth, rich and deep, Holds secrets that the night does keep. WH #poetry #weyekin #poet

“By the fire, legends told, Wisdom roots in embers' gold. Timeless dance of earth and sky, Teepees cradle dreams that fly.” Passage from Timeless Place by Weyekin Heart #poetry #Poet #Poem #art #drawing #nativeart #culture

In a peaceful world, we design one of kindness and unity. Together, dreams find their true form.

Symbols whisper on the breeze, In this act, my soul finds ease. The painted steed becomes my guide, through realms where spirits still reside. #Poetry #horse #paintedhorse #tradition #poem #culture #poet

Wings thunder through the storm-lit sky, Power wakes where eagles fly. Earth trembles, spirits rise anew, In shadow and rain, the old breaks through. With every beat, we claim our lore, United beneath its timeless roar. WH #poetry #weyekin #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity

By the lake, where dreams are cast, Reflections of the past. In quietude, our souls converse, With nature's chant, we merge. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity

Hooves thunder where the ghost grass bends, A riderless steed where time suspends. Hate’s shadow flees ‘neath the moon’s cold gleam, Spirits rise in a silvered dream. Through endless plains, their voices soar, One pulse, one breath, forevermore. WH #poetry #weyekin #nativeart #writingcommunity

Wings thunder through the storm-lit sky, Power wakes where eagles fly. Earth trembles, spirits rise anew, In shadow and rain, the old breaks through. With every beat, we claim our lore, United beneath its timeless roar. WH #poetry #weyekin #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity

Hate, the unseen current beneath calm waters, can erode the strongest bonds if left unchecked. The teachings of the ages reminds us to dive deep, to see this current within ourselves. Only through this introspection can we redirect our hearts towards the streams of empathy & respect Weyekin Heart

Ancient wisdom casts its stone, Ripples spread, in quiet tone. From the center, lessons flow, Teaching us to live and grow. In each wave, a truth to heed, A call for peace, for all to lead. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity

By the lake, where dreams are cast, Reflections of the past. In quietude, our souls converse, With nature's chant, we merge. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity

Hate, the unseen current beneath calm waters, can erode the strongest bonds if left unchecked. The teachings of the ages reminds us to dive deep, to see this current within ourselves. Only through this introspection can we redirect our hearts towards the streams of empathy & respect Weyekin Heart

Beneath the sun, voices rise, Ancestors’ songs beneath the skies. Feathers dance, the day so clear, In sacred rites, we find no fear. Weyekin Heart (Stylized petroglyph drawing, can’t recall where the original is located) #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity

Wild heart, swift and free, In endless meadows, you and me. Freedom in every stride, Life in rhythm as we ride. Grace and power blend, In horse and man, journeys tend. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #culture #poet #horses #curlyhorse #buffalohorse

The tule sway, a shadow's dance, Guardians in nature's trance. Harmony and peace dwell, A world where spirits swell. Silent watchers, power unseen, In midday's embrace, serene. Unity in hidden grace, A bond in nature's sacred place W.H. #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #writingcommunity

Beneath the moon's watch, Coyote grins wide, Wind carries his voice across the great divide, Tales of survival and cunning stride, Resilience and change where spirits bide. #Poetry #coyote #weyekin #tradition #poem #culture #poet #spirit

Like the flowing of the creek, thoughts begin to stir, Meditations deep, within the waters' blur. Flowing with grace, in unity and peace, A sanctuary found, where our souls release. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #creek #poet #mountains #nature #writingcommunity

Through valleys deep, the river sings, A symphony of ancient things. Each ripple tells a story old, A legacy in waters bold. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity

In the embrace of peaks so high, Mountains where the eagles fly. This sacred altar, ground so pure, Where traditions old endure. Skeletal trees, guardians wise, Echo the ancient spirits' cries. Here, beneath the endless sky, Our souls and nature unify W.H. #poetry #weyekin #poem #writingcommunity

The creek's embrace, a gentle sound, Through boulders' paths, wisdom found. Nature's song, an endless flow, In quiet moments, spirits grow. Weyekin Heart #poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #mountains #poet #nature #creek #writingcommunity

Music Break; When the ones you thought you knew Turn their backs on you Another side of life to face Some haven't used a thing ‘Cos it hurts to find some people unkind Redbone Message from a Drum 1971 m.youtube.com/watch?v=9I-h...

Thank you everyone who has become a friend You are appreciated more than you know Time has come to start cleaning up from the Follow/unfollow bots, bad Starter Pack choices & general laziness If I mistakenly unfollow you in the process, as long as you have liked a post, you will get followed back!

Congratulations to the Lumbee Tribe. May the rest of the process come with ease. www.whitehouse.gov/presidential...

In dawn's quiet, the paper breathes. Each line is a heartbeat, each stroke a whisper of the soul. Drawing bridges seen & unseen, symbols emerge from spirit's touch. It's a sacred communion, a meditation, balancing intention & spontaneity, mapping the inner journey W.H. #Writingcommunity #prose #art

“I will speak with a straight tongue. It does not require many words to speak the truth. I am tired of talk that comes to nothing. It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words & all the broken promises” Chief Joseph 1877