Weyekin Heart
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To roam with Weyekin spirit or be held down by decree? Like a wild horse, my heart dances free. 🪶
The Arts, Culture, Philosophy, History.
All posted content is by me unless attributed otherwise.
The Arts, Culture, Philosophy, History.
All posted content is by me unless attributed otherwise.
Eternal starlight softly gleams,
Its glow a guide through fleeting dreams.
From heavens high, its truths descend,
To shape the heart, to mend, to mend.
In every beam, a hope takes flight,
A call to love, to shine through night.
Weyekin Heart
Its glow a guide through fleeting dreams.
From heavens high, its truths descend,
To shape the heart, to mend, to mend.
In every beam, a hope takes flight,
A call to love, to shine through night.
Weyekin Heart
October 27, 2025 at 2:18 AM
Eternal starlight softly gleams,
Its glow a guide through fleeting dreams.
From heavens high, its truths descend,
To shape the heart, to mend, to mend.
In every beam, a hope takes flight,
A call to love, to shine through night.
Weyekin Heart
Its glow a guide through fleeting dreams.
From heavens high, its truths descend,
To shape the heart, to mend, to mend.
In every beam, a hope takes flight,
A call to love, to shine through night.
Weyekin Heart
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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
W.H.
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #writingcommunity
February 6, 2025 at 12:47 PM
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
W.H.
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #writingcommunity
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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
Weyekin Heart
(Stylized petroglyph drawing, can’t recall where the original is located)
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity
February 10, 2025 at 9:43 PM
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
Weyekin Heart
(Stylized petroglyph drawing, can’t recall where the original is located)
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity
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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
Weyekin Heart
#Poetry #weyekin #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nativeart #horse #tradition #writingcommunity
December 8, 2024 at 7:44 AM
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
Weyekin Heart
#Poetry #weyekin #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nativeart #horse #tradition #writingcommunity
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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
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #petroglyph #abtract #art #writingcommunity
December 27, 2024 at 5:43 PM
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
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #petroglyph #abtract #art #writingcommunity
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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
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
February 16, 2025 at 6:50 PM
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
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
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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
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nativeart
December 4, 2024 at 10:12 AM
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
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nativeart
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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
W.H.
#Writingcommunity #prose #art
January 27, 2025 at 7:45 PM
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
W.H.
#Writingcommunity #prose #art
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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
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
March 12, 2025 at 1:34 AM
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
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
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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.
Sorry I haven’t been posting lately but some life issues were pressing.
I hope to see you all again soon.
June 18, 2025 at 11:00 PM
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.
Sorry I haven’t been posting lately but some life issues were pressing.
I hope to see you all again soon.
Reposted by Weyekin Heart
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
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nature #writingcommunity
December 6, 2024 at 4:10 PM
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
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #culture #poet #spirit #nature #writingcommunity
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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
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #history#visualpoetry #wolf #wolfWednesday
December 18, 2024 at 8:25 PM
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
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #history#visualpoetry #wolf #wolfWednesday
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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
W.H.
#poetry #weyekin #poem #writingcommunity
January 29, 2025 at 3:53 PM
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
W.H.
#poetry #weyekin #poem #writingcommunity
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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
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
December 11, 2024 at 4:25 PM
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
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
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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
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #drawing #abstract #sketch
December 21, 2024 at 9:49 PM
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
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #drawing #abstract #sketch
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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
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
December 1, 2024 at 5:13 PM
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
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.
Sorry I haven’t been posting lately but some life issues were pressing.
I hope to see you all again soon.
June 18, 2025 at 11:00 PM
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.
Sorry I haven’t been posting lately but some life issues were pressing.
I hope to see you all again soon.
Reposted by Weyekin Heart
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
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
March 20, 2025 at 2:06 PM
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
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
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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
WH
#poetry #weyekin #nativeart #writingcommunity
February 23, 2025 at 4:09 PM
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
WH
#poetry #weyekin #nativeart #writingcommunity
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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
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #poem #writingcommunity
March 1, 2025 at 4:43 PM
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
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
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
March 20, 2025 at 2:06 PM
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
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
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
March 12, 2025 at 1:34 AM
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
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
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #poem #writingcommunity
March 1, 2025 at 4:43 PM
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
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #poem #writingcommunity
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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
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity #teepee #nextseason
December 29, 2024 at 6:37 PM
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
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity #teepee #nextseason
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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
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity #waterfall
December 28, 2024 at 7:19 AM
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
Weyekin Heart
#poetry #weyekin #tradition #poem #nativeart #poet #writingcommunity #waterfall