There is a White Buffalo in the sky, all those colors four directions we ask wise. Can we find the miracle of all the prophecy? I wish for heaven to come down with me. There we be, on the clouds that sing. There we be, over rolling hills in the beams. There we shine where the snow falls softly. You are the magic of this breeze.
Listen to your heart today, I have something to share a wave. Time is gifting me some hope and I will look into my scope. Dreams and visions shine in me. I want to share the world this beautiful breeze. We are children looking out for the world. Time is coming to share it's aware. it's we care. It's about time for us to shine. Let us ring out freedom. I will stand in the sky, where the white buffalo commands deers, the whishing of all the wells. Deep inside, where the moon light shines. Deep inside, we are bringing heaven this time. Deep inside, where we whisper I know, all the children of the sacred Rainbow.
Look at thee, where the river of the pipe is set free. All those rings and hoops and things make us happy to sing. We are children of this world, paradise gift us the fill, where moonlight dances and we show our prancing. Listen to the butterfly where we sing our lullabye. There my heart knows which way to go, just in time to rain on this show. All those lights gift me Love, I can feel it inside it glows. We are children of the four rainbows, one inside and one outside to show. We are suns of men and daughters. We are suns and men and wives. We are children of the Rainbow and we ask for an after life. Children find a way to rescue, all the waves of the mortal sins. Just believe in all your dreaming and ask for heaven to beam on in.
Flowing rivers find in me, freedom set upon a string. All those pearls and diamonds glow, just in time to shine upon the snow. And all those beaming lights that shine, just in time for miracles to bind. We are looking for this wave, to set heaven upon this paved. Road of miracles shine in me. I want to share upon this sacred breeze. Let the pipe show me the way, all around the world to pray. I wish for Rainbows to come after me, to where we slide down to relativity.
All my Relatives, I share with you, the after math of the wonder and true. We are woken to this dream, where brotherhood will find our beams. We can overcome treachery, if we long to feel the breeze. And our houses we know when it's time to bow down and lift our sins. We bless this world today. Everywhere White Buffalo Calf (children of the rainbow) displays. It's the woman who sets our plate, the forgiving of hope before it's too late (wanting more, rather than to adore, love can become a chore). Say to goodness count on me. I will serve in battle please. It's time to gift the spacial fields, love will reel them on their heels. Come and shout with me. Flowing rivers set me free. Shine in the moonlight, where we share our hearts tonight. We are kingdom come, just to set the sun. Magic is our word, where dreams are part of our holy herd/heard.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to bring in the heart of what we need. And Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star sets the stage, when we share our Grandfather's page (Razi Marcel Zahr Weisser Büffel: Buffalo robe in four sacred directions is white, silver, green, gray). It's a Sacred Song Blessing to feel the heart of those who are weak and fulfilled. We are shattered by their pain/pane, just to let the world know fame. Flowing rivers share..............
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)
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
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