The dew appears, the rainbow is near, just in to see. A peek a boo, it's time it's true, to line the galaxy. It's a painted picture that longs to feel the waves. Such a glorious perfect face. Paint this picture of many peaks upon the sacred road.
Up and down we go, into the water's glow. I can see you, the reflection of this view. All the dew rises up to catch the light within. I share the song that is singing, where we are bringing home, the picture of many colors now just a home.

Rushing breezes come on by, where the mountains touch the sky. We are painting in the dew, all the magical colors coming true. We are always in the hopes and the dreams upon our scopes, every place a circle bears, we are delighted that you care. Peak a boo at you. Look at the twin clouds that view. Peak a boo. We are shining a giggle tooooooo. We are sending our love to you.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings today to bring in giggles along the way. And Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star sending love to far and wide. We are sharing our heart's desire, to make hope a living wild. Down the river rushing free, just in time to feel the breeze. We are sending love your waves, down the Rainbow Trail this daze, for all our Relatives in the Hoops, the universe that slopes.
Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, Angel Services Around the World
Ghost Walk (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.
From the darkness we arise a heavenly child.
(solar and lunar calender align, January 1, 2014, 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!
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I bless the sacred nine directions in you, my relative of the blue. Welcome into our hearts. Welcome into the new view. Blessings you forever, in the Wind and it's true!