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Minda Moris, 1194 CRENSHAW Boulevard, Los Angeles, CA (2026)

09/15/2026

THE SPIRIT HORSE OF THE SACRED HORIZON

The Messenger Between Earth, Sky, and the Ancestors

Beneath the fire of the ancient sun,
A sacred horse stands where the spirits run.
With mountains painted upon his skin,
He carries the worlds that live within.

The rivers of time flow through his veins,
The whispers of ancestors ride with the rains.
His hooves remember the paths of old,
Where stories of warriors and dreams were told.

Above him the eagle spreads wings of light,
A guardian watching from the endless height.
Together they travel beyond the known,
Through sacred realms where forgotten winds have blown.

The horse of the dawn, the keeper of ways,
Walks with the wisdom of countless days.
His spirit is woven with earth and flame,
A living prayer without a name.

When the night falls upon the mountain stone,
He hears the voices of those long gone.
Through every valley, through every sky,
The ancestors whisper as he passes by.

For he is not only a creature of land,
But a bridge held by the Creator’s hand.
A symbol of freedom, courage, and grace—
The ancient spirit that time cannot erase.

— The Spirit Horse of the Sacred Horizon 🐎🪶🌄

✍️Painter and Author: Minda Moris
👉If you like this artwork, please feel free to send me a message, and I’ll be happy to send you the link to it.

09/14/2026

THE BEAR WHO CARRIES THE ANCESTORS

The Spirit Keeper of the Sacred Mountains

Beneath the golden breath of the setting sun,
The ancient bear walks where the old rivers run.
His footsteps echo through valleys unseen,
Where spirits awaken in forests of green.

Within his fur, the mountains are sleeping,
The voices of ancestors forever keeping.
The rivers of wisdom, the skies of fire,
Flow through his heart like a sacred choir.

He walks with the strength of the earth below,
With the winds of the past and the seeds that grow.
The cedar trees whisper his forgotten name,
A guardian born from the Creator’s flame.

No shadow can break him, no storm can divide,
For ancient spirits walk by his side.
He carries the stories of warriors long gone,
The heartbeat of nature, the rhythm of dawn.

O mighty bear of the wilderness deep,
Keeper of secrets the mountains keep.
Your soul is a bridge between earth and sky,
Where ancestors watch as the eagles fly.

Forever you wander, forever you stand,
A sacred protector of the Native land.
Through rivers and forests, through stars above,
You remind all hearts of the power of love.

— The Bear Who Carries The Ancestors 🐻🌄

✍️Painter and Author: Minda Moris
👉If you like this artwork, please feel free to send me a message, and I’ll be happy to send you the link to it.

09/14/2026

THE BEAR OF THE ANCESTRAL SPIRIT

The Guardian Who Walks Between Earth and the Spirit World

Through ancient forests where the shadows sleep,
The mighty bear walks where the old souls keep.
With rivers of wisdom flowing in his heart,
He carries the memories of worlds apart.

His fur holds sunsets, mountains, and rain,
The whispers of ancestors echo his name.
From sacred waterfalls to the roots of the land,
He follows the path of the Creator’s hand.

The bear does not wander; he walks with the unseen,
A bridge between worlds, where spirits have been.
His footsteps awaken the earth below,
Where ancient songs of the first people flow.

Guardian of courage, keeper of dreams,
He roars with the thunder, he moves with the streams.
The forest bows as his shadow passes by,
A spirit of strength beneath the endless sky.

For within the bear, the ancestors remain,
Their wisdom flows like the mountain rain.
He teaches the heart to be fearless and true—
To honor the earth in all that we do.

— The Bear of the Ancestral Spirit 🐻🌲

✍️Painter and Author: Minda Moris
👉If you like this artwork, please feel free to send me a message, and I’ll be happy to send you the link to it.

09/13/2026

THE GUARDIAN OF THE SACRED WATERS

The Spirit Heron of the Ancient Forest

Beneath the whispering trees where the old spirits sleep,
A sacred heron walks where the rivers run deep.
With feathers of twilight and eyes of the flame,
It carries the wisdom of ancestors’ name.

The forest speaks softly through cedar and stone,
Revealing the secrets the earth has always known.
Each ripple of water, each breath of the breeze,
Holds the prayers of the past in the roots of the trees.

The heron stands still as the moon begins to rise,
A messenger between the earth and endless skies.
Its wings hold visions from worlds unseen,
Where ancient spirits dance through the forests green.

O guardian of rivers, keeper of sacred streams,
You walk through the doorway of mystical dreams.
With every feather, a story is told—
Of courage, harmony, and spirits of old.

The ancestors’ voices flow with the river’s song,
Guiding lost hearts where they truly belong.
For nature remembers, and the spirits remain,
Forever alive in the earth, sky, and rain.

— The Guardian of the Sacred Waters 🪶🌿

✍️Painter and Author: Minda Moris
👉If you like this artwork, please feel free to send me a message, and I’ll be happy to send you the link to it.

09/13/2026

THE EAGLE OF THE ANCESTRAL TIDES

Where ocean whispers meet the spirits of the first skies

Across the endless waters, the sacred eagle flies,
Carrying ancient prayers beneath the golden skies.
Its wings are woven with rivers, storms, and flame,
A guardian of ancestors who still call its name.

The waves rise softly, the spirits awake,
The ocean remembers every path we take.
Through feather and wind, through thunder and sea,
The old souls whisper: “You are forever free.”

Above the horizon, where earth meets the light,
The eagle carries visions from the realm of night.
With the heartbeat of nature and the wisdom of old,
It guards the sacred stories our ancestors told.

For every feather holds a memory unseen,
Of mountains, oceans, and forests evergreen.
The eagle does not fly alone in the sky—
The spirits of the Native ones soar beside.

— The Eagle of the Ancestral Tides 🦅🌊

✍️Painter and Author: Minda Moris
👉If you like this artwork, please feel free to send me a message, and I’ll be happy to send you the link to it.

09/12/2026

The Spirit Horse Beneath the Sacred Mountains

The sacred horse stands beneath the sky,
With mountains watching as the clouds drift by.
His eyes hold stories of rivers and stone,
Of ancient paths where spirits have flown.

Adorned with feathers, turquoise, and flame,
He carries the blessings of a forgotten name.
Each woven pattern, each sacred thread,
Holds the wisdom of ancestors who gently led.

Through forests where the morning mist rises slow,
The horse walks where the old spirits go.
The thunder speaks, the wild winds sing,
As he follows the earth’s eternal ring.

His hooves remember the songs of the land,
The touch of the rivers, the warmth of the sand.
Beside the warrior, beneath the stars,
He journeys beyond the earthly scars.

The mountains whisper secrets at night,
Guiding his path with celestial light.
The moon watches over his sacred trail,
Where courage and honor forever prevail.

He is not only a horse of the plains,
He is a keeper of ancestral veins.
A bridge between worlds, a guardian of dreams,
A spirit flowing through ancient streams.

"Honor the horse, for he carries more than a rider —
He carries the heartbeat of the ancestors and the spirit of the land forever."

✍️Painter and Author: Minda Moris
👉If you like this artwork, please feel free to send me a message, and I’ll be happy to send you the link to it.

09/12/2026

The Eagle Who Flies Between Earth and Heaven

The mighty eagle spreads his wings wide,
With the breath of the ancestors flowing inside.
Across the mountains, rivers, and endless plains,
He carries the wisdom that forever remains.

His feathers hold stories written by the wind,
Of sacred beginnings and worlds unseen.
The forests below and the stars above,
Whisper the language of the Creator’s love.

He rises where the morning sun is born,
Beyond the shadows, beyond the storm.
The valleys remember his powerful flight,
A guardian glowing through the endless night.

Within his wings are rivers and trees,
The spirit of earth, the song of the seas.
The mountains sleep beneath his golden gaze,
Watching over the ancient ways.

The eagle does not simply cross the sky,
He walks where the spirits and dreamers fly.
A messenger between heaven and land,
A sacred protector of the ancestral hand.

When the moon awakens and fires burn low,
The old spirits return with the evening glow.
Through his wings, their voices rise again,
Carried softly upon the sacred wind.

"Follow the eagle’s shadow across the sky —
For it is the path where the wisdom of ancestors never dies."

✍️Painter and Author: Minda Moris
👉If you like this artwork, please feel free to send me a message, and I’ll be happy to send you the link to it.

09/11/2026

The Wolf Who Sings Beneath the Ancient Moon

The sacred wolf lifts his voice to the night,
Calling the stars with a song of light.
His howl travels beyond the trees,
Riding the whispers of ancient seas.

Adorned with feathers from the spirit’s flight,
He walks between darkness and morning light.
The turquoise stones hold the elders’ dreams,
Flowing like rivers, like sacred streams.

Through silent forests where shadows sleep,
He guards the secrets the mountains keep.
The ancestors walk beside his way,
Guiding his steps through night and day.

His heart remembers the old earth’s song,
Where every soul and spirit belong.
The rivers speak, the heavens reply,
As the wolf dances beneath the endless sky.

He is not only a creature of the wild,
He is the guardian, the ancient child.
A bridge of wisdom, a keeper of truth,
Carrying the memories of age and youth.

When the moon glows bright and the winds run free,
Listen closely to the whispering tree.
For the wolf still sings where the spirits roam,
Leading lost hearts back to their sacred home.

"The wolf does not walk alone —
For every step he takes, the ancestors walk beside him."

✍️Painter and Author: Minda Moris
👉If you like this artwork, please feel free to send me a message, and I’ll be happy to send you the link to it.

09/11/2026

The Bear Who Carries the Spirit of the Mountains

The great bear walks through the whispering trees,
Carrying the wisdom of ancient seas.
His footsteps echo where the rivers flow,
Through lands where the old spirits grow.

His fur holds the colors of fire and night,
A sacred painting of shadow and light.
Within his heart, the ancestors remain,
Speaking through thunder, wind, and rain.

The mountains rise upon his mighty form,
A shelter of peace through every storm.
The sunset burns with a sacred flame,
Calling the spirits by their forgotten name.

He walks beside rivers that remember the past,
Guarding the stories that forever last.
The forest bows when his spirit passes,
Through fields of dreams and golden grasses.

The bear is not only a creature of earth,
He carries the power of life and rebirth.
A protector of balance, a keeper of the land,
A bridge between spirits and the human hand.

When the moon appears and the stars shine bright,
He watches the world through the veil of night.
The voices of elders travel with the breeze,
Whispering wisdom through the ancient trees.

"Honor the bear, for within his soul lies the mountain’s heartbeat —
A sacred spirit that walks between earth, sky, and eternity."

✍️Painter and Author: Minda Moris
👉If you like this artwork, please feel free to send me a message, and I’ll be happy to send you the link to it.

09/10/2026

The Eagle Who Carries the Songs of the Sky

The great eagle flies beyond the earthly sky,
Where ancient prayers and endless stars lie.
His wings hold rivers, forests, and flame,
Carrying the whispers of spirits without name.

Across the northern winds, his feathers glow,
With the wisdom of those who walked long ago.
The ancestors speak through the midnight air,
Their sacred voices are everywhere.

Beneath the moon, where the wild rivers run,
He dances with light from the ancient sun.
The mountains remember his powerful flight,
A guardian of dreams through the veil of night.

His wings are painted with galaxies bright,
Holding the mysteries of shadow and light.
The thunder sings when he rises above,
A messenger born from the Creator’s love.

Through valleys of silence and forests deep,
He carries the promises the old spirits keep.
The stars become his sacred guide,
As he walks between worlds where souls reside.

He is more than a bird that crosses the sky,
He is the breath of the earth flying high.
A symbol of courage, freedom, and grace,
A sacred spirit connecting every place.

"When the eagle spreads his wings beneath the moon,
The voices of our ancestors awaken and sing again."

✍️Painter and Author: Minda Moris
👉If you like this artwork, please feel free to send me a message, and I’ll be happy to send you the link to it.

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