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01/02/2026

“The Spirit Bison of the Wind Plains”

They say the first Bison was not made of flesh,
but of storm,
earth,
and the breath of the Four Winds.

He walked the plains before grass learned to grow,
before rivers chose their paths,
before humans had names for anything.
His hooves carved valleys.
His breath shaped clouds.
His shadow taught mountains where to stand.

The people call him Wind-Back,
the Spirit Bison who carries the memory of all things
on the ridge of his spine.

The Night of the Vanishing Fires

There is a tale the Elders guard carefully
the night when every fire in the village died at once.
The wind shrieked like a wounded being,
and darkness swallowed the plains so completely
that even the wolves held their voices.

Fear spread like cold water.

But then the ground began to tremble
not with danger,
but with purpose.

A massive silhouette emerged from the storm,
horns glowing faint as dusk,
coat rippling with lightning trapped under fur.

The Spirit Bison had come.

He did not speak.
He simply lowered his head,
and the fire returned
first as an ember,
then a spark,
then a blaze that warmed every trembling soul.

From that night, the people understood:

The Bison does not save.
He restores.

The Lesson of the Plains Guardian

The Elders say the Spirit Bison appears only
when a person’s strength has been drained
by long battles no one else can see.

He does not roar.
He does not demand.
He stands before them
vast, unmoved, unwavering
so they may remember:

“You are allowed to be tired.
But you are not finished.”

And when he turns to walk away,
the wind follows him like a loyal child,
carrying courage back into the hearts of the living.

The Final Teaching

On certain dawns,
when mist lifts slowly from the grass
and the land glows pale gold,
people say you can still see it:

a giant shape moving far on the horizon,
no sound,
no tracks,
only a presence

the Spirit Bison,
Keeper of the Strength That Returns.

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01/02/2026

“The Tale of the Two Wolves”

Within each soul, the elders say,
Two wolves are born and learn to stay.
One of shadow, fierce and wild,
One of light — the Spirit’s child.

The dark one hungers, fueled by fear,
It feeds on pain and anger near.
Its breath is storm, its eyes of flame,
It whispers doubt, it calls your name.

The other walks with gentler tread,
Where peace and truth are softly spread.
It knows of love, of mercy’s art,
And guards the stillness of your heart.

They fight within, both day and night,
For power, peace, for wrong and right.
But when the child asked, eyes open wide,
“Grandfather, which wolf will survive?”

The elder smiled beneath the stars,
And pointed upward, past the scars.
“The one you feed, my child, will grow—
So feed the light, and let it show.”

12/31/2025

“Spirit of the Sacred Bison”

Beneath the red horizon’s flame,
The Sacred Bison carved his name.
His hooves once thundered through the plain,
A heartbeat strong through wind and rain.

He bore the prayers of every clan,
The hopes, the songs, the soul of man.
From birth to dusk, his breath was shared,
A gift of life — the land he spared.

When winter came, the elders knelt,
To thank the life their brother felt.
For in his eyes, the Earth was seen,
Both fierce and pure, both wild and clean.

Now in the smoke of dawn’s first call,
His spirit guards the hearts of all.
Through buffalo dreams and whispered song,
He teaches balance — where all belong.

12/31/2025

“The Whisper of the Sea Horse”

Beneath the moon’s soft silver breath,
She sang where stars embraced the depths.
Her voice—like ripples through the tide,
Called ancient spirits that never die.

From ocean’s dream, a horse arose,
With mane of shells and eyes that glowed.
Its heart was shaped of sky and foam,
A bridge between both sea and home.

It whispered truths the Earth once knew,
Of souls that ride the waters blue.
“Child of waves, remember this—
All life begins with sea’s first kiss.”

She touched its brow, her spirit stirred,
Old songs returned, long interred.
For in that bond—no loss, no end,
Only the circle, water’s friend.

And when the dawn reclaimed the skies,
Two spirits rose where ocean lies.
A horse of mist, a maid of flame,
Both bound by stars, yet one in name.

12/30/2025

🌄 Bear of the Painted Valley 🌄

In the valley where mountains shine like old spirits,
the bear stands watch at the water’s edge—
its golden fur glowing against the turquoise calm.

Wildflowers rise around its feet,
their colors singing the stories of summer,
of winds that once carried prayer-smoke
between the pines.

The river reflects sky and memory alike,
a mirror of all that has passed
and all that still belongs to the land.

Here the bear is not a wanderer,
but a guardian—
rooted in the breath of the forest,
held in the heartbeat of the Earth,
forever part of the sacred valley’s soul.

12/28/2025

"Raven of Crimson Bloom"

Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
A raven rests where red flowers grow.
Its feathers dark, with crimson fire,
A spirit born to rise and inspire.

The blossoms whisper, their petals bright,
Of ancient tales told in the night.
Each drop of red, a story’s hue,
Of life, of death, of dreams come true.

Oh sacred bird, with eyes so deep,
You guard the secrets the ancestors keep.
Through shadowed woods and endless skies,
Your wings lift prayers where hope still lies.

In the circle of bloom and night,
You weave the world in dark and light.
Raven of power, fierce and free,
Keeper of love and mystery.

12/27/2025

𝐖𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝟏,𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 native forever 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬.

12/26/2025

Kingfisher - The One Who Waits for the Moment

He is small,
but the river parts for him.
In his silence lives a blade
sharp enough to cut through water,
sharp enough to cut through doubt.

He sits between stillness and strike,
where patience becomes power
and timing becomes truth.

To some, he is only a flash of blue.
To others, a lesson:

That the world does not reward noise,
but clarity.
That the deep things reveal themselves
only to those who can stand
perfectly
still.

Where he dives, the river trembles,
as if remembering
that even the quietest hunter
belongs to the thunder.

Tsa’wa—He Who Sees the Exact Moment.

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12/25/2025

“Spirit of the Winter Bear”

Through the whispering pines he walks,
a shadow carved by moonlight and memory.
Feathers crown his fur like prayers,
each one a song of the ancestors,
each step an echo of the old drum.

Snow bends beneath his sacred weight,
yet he carries no burden—only knowing.
His eyes hold the stillness of the northern sky,
where the breath of Earth meets the silence of stars.

The wind calls him Brother,
the river hums his name beneath the ice.
He is strength, he is patience,
he is the guardian of long winters
and the promise of spring’s return.

And when he vanishes into the white horizon,
the land remembers—
the spirit of the bear walks still.

12/24/2025

We were all spiritual beings having a human experience until religions were formed to separate us, political parties to divide us, the color of our skin to label us, and the making of money to classify us. Now we are human beings having a conditioned experience where we repress our true being and let our conditioning determine the path we walk, for we forsake the original instructions that all life on Mother Earth live by and we have left the sacred circle of life.

The whole of Mother Earth is sacred, and all the life that lives upon her skin has been chosen this sacred walk by the one with so many names. Our existence here has only a spiritual purpose for the benefit of our soul, so we may live in harmony and care for each other, for all is related and connected with everything else.

When we all seek and achieve this oneness, we will again radiate the divine energy of love, honor and respect, so again we will live by the original instructions that has been imprinted within our hearts so we live in harmony and peace with each other and our Mother Earth. Ekosi. 🙏💕🙏

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