Woven in Color
Not just colors—
but prayers woven in red ochre,
stories told in turquoise light,
songs etched in the black of night
and the white of sacred snow.
Each thread is a direction.
Each hue is a spirit.
Yellow—the rising sun,
a path for beginnings.
Blue—the sky’s breath,
where eagles soar with names unspoken.
Red—the blood of earth and kin,
still pulsing in the drums.
Black—the depth of knowing,
the shadow that teaches.
White—the light of silence,
where ancestors sit and listen.
These are not ornaments—
they are memory.
They are warning.
They are blessing.
A cloak of cosmos,
wrapped around a people
who dance,
even when the world forgets their song.
#nativeamericanwisdom Serin Alar
Woven in Color
Not just colors—
but prayers woven in red ochre,
stories told in turquoise light,
songs etched in the black of night
and the white of sacred snow.
Each thread is a direction.
Each hue is a spirit.
Yellow—the rising sun,
a path for beginnings.
Blue—the sky’s breath,
where eagles soar with names unspoken.
Red—the blood of earth and kin,
still pulsing in the drums.
Black—the depth of knowing,
the shadow that teaches.
White—the light of silence,
where ancestors sit and listen.
These are not ornaments—
they are memory.
They are warning.
They are blessing.
A cloak of cosmos,
wrapped around a people
who dance,
even when the world forgets their song.
#nativeamericanwisdom
🎨 Serin Alar