Minda Moris

Minda Moris The paintings are displayed here. https://nativerootsapparel86.com/category/poster

The Horse Who Carries the SunsetWhen the last fire of dayburns across the mountain sky,a horse appears between worlds—no...
05/29/2026

The Horse Who Carries the Sunset

When the last fire of day
burns across the mountain sky,
a horse appears between worlds—
not walking,
not dreaming,
but listening.

His mane holds the dark of storm clouds,
his eyes carry the memory of rivers,
and upon his brow
a sacred circle glows
like an old prayer
kept alive by the wind.

The eagles rise above him,
silent messengers
between earth and spirit,
their wings opening the path
where the ancestors speak
in thunder, pine, and golden light.

Beneath him,
the forest stands still.
The waterfall lowers its voice.
Even the stones remember
the footsteps of those
who came before.

He is not only a horse.
He is the keeper of journeys,
the breath of freedom,
the shadow that protects the valley
when night begins to fall.

And those who look into his face
may feel something ancient awaken—
a quiet strength,
a hidden prayer,
a spirit saying:

Walk with honor.
Carry your people gently.
Trust the sky.
The path is never lost
when the soul remembers
where it belongs.
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🎨 The art by Jay Stone

Keeper of the Living CircleWithin the heart of Turtle Mother’s shell,The waters of creation gently flow.Fish dance benea...
05/29/2026

Keeper of the Living Circle

Within the heart of Turtle Mother’s shell,
The waters of creation gently flow.
Fish dance beneath emerald waves,
While ancient spirits move unseen below.

Four hands surround the sacred world,
Different colors, yet one circle of life.
Bound by the breath of Earth and Sky,
They guard the balance beyond all time.

The elders teach that every river remembers,
Every leaf carries a hidden prayer.
The turtle swims through the Great Mystery,
Connecting all beings with silent wisdom.

When the stars awaken and the forests whisper,
The ancestors walk upon the moonlit breeze.
Their sacred voices remind us still:
We are not owners of the Earth—
We are its children, its guardians, its dream.
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🎨 The art by Jay Stone

Moonwalker of the Sacred PinesBeneath the glow of the Spirit Moon,The Great Bear stands upon ancient stone.His fur carri...
05/28/2026

Moonwalker of the Sacred Pines

Beneath the glow of the Spirit Moon,
The Great Bear stands upon ancient stone.
His fur carries the colors of fire and sky,
Painted by dreams older than memory itself.

The elders say he walks between worlds—
One of flesh, one of spirit.
Through silent forests and sacred shadows,
He follows paths hidden from ordinary eyes.

The wind speaks through cedar branches,
Carrying whispers of forgotten ancestors.
The Bear listens without fear,
For he knows the language of stars and earth.

Guardian of courage, keeper of wisdom,
He watches the night with patient eyes.
And when the moon is full and bright,
His spirit still roams the sacred mountains,
Guiding lost souls toward the light of the Great Mystery.
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🎨 The art by Jay Stone

The Raven’s SecretUpon a cedar branch he waits,The Raven of the ancient skies.His feathers hold forgotten symbols,His ey...
05/28/2026

The Raven’s Secret

Upon a cedar branch he waits,
The Raven of the ancient skies.
His feathers hold forgotten symbols,
His eyes reflect a thousand worlds.

When the moon slips behind the mountains,
He becomes the voice of hidden spirits.
Through whispers of wind and sacred smoke,
He carries messages from the unseen realm.

The elders say he knows the paths
Between the living and the ancestors.
Each call from his dark beak echoes
Like a prayer across the night.

Keeper of mysteries, guardian of dreams,
He watches where shadow meets light.
And in the silence of the forest,
The Raven still speaks to those who listen.
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🎨 The art by Jay Stone

Where Sun and Moon EmbraceBetween the breath of Sun and Moon,A sacred turtle rises through the sky.Its painted shell car...
05/28/2026

Where Sun and Moon Embrace

Between the breath of Sun and Moon,
A sacred turtle rises through the sky.
Its painted shell carries ancient symbols,
Whispers left by spirits before time began.

By day, the Great Sun watches the rivers gleam;
By night, Grandmother Moon guards the dreaming earth.
Together they turn the circle of creation,
Balancing light and shadow, life and mystery.

Beneath the cedar trees and towering mountains,
The ancestors speak through wind and water.
Their voices echo in every feather and stone,
Guiding hearts along forgotten paths.

The turtle glides between two worlds—
One seen by the eyes, one felt by the soul.
And in the sacred circle of the heavens,
The Great Mystery continues its eternal song.
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🎨 The art by Jay Stone

Spirit of Turtle IslandBeneath the moon’s eternal glow,An ancient turtle walks below.Its sacred shell holds sky and ston...
05/27/2026

Spirit of Turtle Island

Beneath the moon’s eternal glow,
An ancient turtle walks below.
Its sacred shell holds sky and stone,
Guarding secrets long unknown.

The cedar whispers through the night,
While spirit fires burn soft and bright.
Ancestors gather by the stream,
Moving gently through a dream.

Mountains rise where stars unfold,
Sharing stories quietly told.
Each ripple carries wisdom deep,
Treasures the Great Mystery keeps.

Through mist and shadow, time stands still,
Guided by the Creator’s will.
The turtle journeys, calm and free,
A bridge between earth, sky, and sea.
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🎨 The art by Jay Stone

“Keeper of the Golden Nectar”In the honeyed light of sacred dawn,You hum through petals, wings aflame,Bearer of sweetnes...
05/27/2026

“Keeper of the Golden Nectar”

In the honeyed light of sacred dawn,
You hum through petals, wings aflame,
Bearer of sweetness, spirit of bloom,
Whispering life’s secrets without name.

Golden alchemy flows in your flight,
Between the earth and sky’s embrace,
Carrying pollen, hope, and light,
A sacred rhythm, a timeless grace.

O Bee, guardian of the hidden trails,
Teach us diligence, harmony, and care,
To sip the nectar of every moment,
And weave our lives with reverent prayer.

In your dance, the ancestors watch,
In your hum, the spirits sing,
You carry the wisdom of forests and flowers,
And the sacred promise of eternal spring.
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🎨 The art by Jay Stone

“Turtle of the Eternal Waters”Upon the back of ancient shells,Worlds unfold in spiraling tales,Rivers dance, and forests...
05/27/2026

“Turtle of the Eternal Waters”

Upon the back of ancient shells,
Worlds unfold in spiraling tales,
Rivers dance, and forests whisper,
Seasons turn in gentle trails.

Bearer of time, keeper of earth,
Your gaze holds the secrets of ages,
Mountains, waves, and falling leaves,
All etched upon your sacred pages.

Slowly you move, yet see all,
The pulse of life beneath your skin,
A bridge between spirit and soil,
Where beginnings and endings begin.

O Turtle, guardian of the hidden streams,
Teach me patience, resilience, and dreams,
To journey with purpose, with quiet might,
And honor the sacred rhythm of light.
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🎨 The art by Jay Stone

“Messenger of the Sacred Wind”In the hush of dawn’s first breath,A tiny flame darts through the sky,Feathers kissed by s...
05/26/2026

“Messenger of the Sacred Wind”

In the hush of dawn’s first breath,
A tiny flame darts through the sky,
Feathers kissed by sunlit amber,
Eyes reflecting the wisdom of ancestors.

Bearer of whispers from the spirit world,
You hover between leaf and blossom,
Drawing life’s secrets from the air,
A heartbeat faster than time itself.

In your flight, I see the sacred circle,
The dance of earth, wind, and fire,
A shimmer of eternity in fragile wings,
Guiding the soul toward unseen horizons.

O hummingbird, messenger of dreams,
Teach me the rhythm of the unseen,
The courage to sip sweetness from every moment,
And the grace to carry light through the shadows.
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🎨 The art by Jay Stone

"Spirit of the Wind"Within the circle of dreams,A horse stands, proud and untamed,Its coat etched with ancient symbols,E...
05/26/2026

"Spirit of the Wind"

Within the circle of dreams,
A horse stands, proud and untamed,
Its coat etched with ancient symbols,
Each marking a story of freedom and fire.

The wind dances through its flowing mane,
Whispering secrets of rivers and mountains,
Every beat of hooves calls the soul to journey,
Every breath carries the song of the ancestors.

Bearer of courage,
Messenger between worlds,
Through your gaze, the earth awakens,
And the spirit rides with the wind,
Learning the rhythm of wild and sacred paths.
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🎨 The art by Jay Stone

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