Right winged (heart path) going round and round. We are surprised about this sound. Joy is ringing out everywhere. Now it's time to bring us great big cheer. Listen to the songs that we sing, where we are bound in rings. Hoops aglow inside of everything. Rainbow colors make us feel the gleam. Sand inside that blows across the streams, blowing magical beams. Listen children we have much to save, to bring us home and across the waves. Where the chatter brings us home to everything, where the animals are listening intently deers. We are waking for the sound they sing, all the little warriors wait to bring. Where the grass is growing such a song. There inside of many contributing lines. We the people long to feel the path, where it's singing that always lasts. Come and share our heartbeats. Come and share our dreams. We are together in this magical beams. Listen to the moonlight, where sound brings rings. We are married to life that steams.
Children everywhere we are singing across the fields we care. We are singing. We are rejoicing for the days to come. There is so very much change in the world. We are looking forwards to all that is fulfilled. Glory be the kingdom where Brother reigns (demanding blessings to every rain/rein/stream). We are children of the land where everything waves. Round and round we go, heaven lowly know, we are sounding with joy, for it's the way to make more toys. Look at everything we dew, it's a magical true, when our eyes beam out and gift a royal shout. We are singing to know about happiness, yet in our waking daze, we tend to forget. It's a God given planet, where we are driven on it, to receive the joy of bitterment (ooo). It's suffering that brings us good fortune, the lessons that teach us to preside, to become holy and true, be devoted to what you do. It's a rainbow out there, if we remember to SHARE.
We are the green grass growing, where the spiritual life will last. We are the children who will save this world, to make our hearts fulfilled. We are the magic of all we dew, to bring us a welcome cheer. A painted picture with majestic peaks, where trees and butterflies live on the reefs. And showers bring the water true, the blessings for me and you. And it's the wonder of our lives, the heavenly cheer it's about to cut trite (annoying repeated, worn out), down to the lesson my deer, give love a great big cheer (love is the answer to the stepping stone or lesson). What can I do for you today? Can I help you along the way? Will you be there, when I need you to share? And if we long to feel the magic of all this reel. We are fishermen who catch the rainbow cheer. And at every end, a magical bin, where golden coins line our eyes, the path of heavenly misses our lives (heavenly blue road of virtues evades us through the escape or avoid by cleverness or deceit). It's wonder when we share, just give it away my deer. You will see the green grass growing everywhere. The spirit of the this lake, the Earth and all it's goodness sakes (motive and purpose), it's the streams and mountains cheer and everything lives in there. We are the fortune to receive this great gable (triangulation, pitched roof; ornamental or architectural beams of light) of heavenly table. let us share. Let us save this world. Share it's all as it's herd/heard. One more time you see, let paradise live inside of thee. It's part of true, where holy is mending the blue, the relative that lives inside of you.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings, Twin Deer Mother holds the hands for everything. And Holiness David Running Eagle in the sky, Shooting Stars that bring us the wise, the Father Red Hand who holds the sacred beat, it's time for us to sweet. Good night, good day, morning parade, even star delight, I send kisses out in the bright. Love and blessings fill your hearts, for the round and round of the holy arc/ark (brotherhood and circle of life).
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
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!