Clouds of heaven shine in me. Find the seas free and in the breeze. Holy is the day of sound, when we can hear all the rounds. Lean on love for another day, to keep us safe, for all to paved. Golden brotherhood we dream today, to bring a world down to praise. All the landings of each and every child means we must look out for awhile, there inside where we want to hide is a sun willing to burst with pride.
Heaven lean on all the waves, to help them learn how to pave. Greetings to all the little ones, who are looking to look young. Children wake up to the waves, inside our hearts, inside we save. And when we lean on love this day, we camp by the sounds of the hit parade. All the warriors in a line, gathering together to learn to chime. Each a role that is divine, if only we could learn to chime.
Thank you God (oneness clouds, together not apart) for everyone. Thank you for each raising sun. Thank you for the diving plants, who know when to hang on, really tight. Thank you for the great divine, where all the children learn to ride, the sailing winds that blow through yee, the setting of the seas (envisioning thee).
Love is grateful each and every day, learning how just to display. Gifting love for another day, brings happiness to our hearts we say. But inside we are troubled and deceived by all the terrible things we see. Many are rotten to the core, we must forgive them to adore. And if we lose our way again, we know we must walk towards our sins. There is love that overcomes, to teach us lessons underneath the sun.
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings
Ghost Walk (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.
From the darkness we arise a heavenly child.
(2014, solar and lunar calender align, January 1, a cycle of renewal)
Pray With Elders around the World
Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!