Here does flow, the heart of gold, that shatters time and space, to bring us home to shine like stones (crystalline stone river), the place of unity that's blessed, the holy sacred nest. Welcome home to Brotherhood, Cosmic Father, the golden child, Roar of the Buffalo knows your tone, because you did call on the phone (song in the winds).

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Rainbow Clan, the place where seeds find their home. Blessings of the Green Grass follows you to the throne (kinsmen)! Brotherhood, comes to run with an iron thumb (shines in the dark), the heart of a warrior, the heart of a man, the heart of a great spirit, that reaches and kicks (stands up for what is right and unites broken hearts). Follow the Great River, the crystalline shore leads, right down towards the heartbeat, where all do bleed (suffering for love, down the red road, the law of love, we afford). Gather together and explore, the heart of all our relatives, we adore!

Friday, February 4, 2011

Greatness Come Sail With Me, Roar of the Buffalo Horn Leads!

There is a gliding song in the air. It feels like it's going everywhere. My soul is bound to this ride, up up and into the sky. I know it's bound to know life and all it's wonderful strife. And I am going to where the sky does sail into open oceans with clear blue air. 
My heart does leap and find a way to leap, when I glide on air in my life.


Come windows (vision) fill me up. Come greatness, let me drink from this cup (of God). There are oceans and tides within me. I come to sail the oceans breeze. My soul does linger in the wind. My heart does jump and shout. I'm going to a place, where heaven is my grace, the open shores of wisdom that leads the way.
My soul is seeking out a way to play.


There I smile upon the wild, where heaven does ache inside of me. And I will be bound, to touch the heavenly sky and make it all fall down. Come heaven, let's act like a clown. Let us heal the world with joy.
Let us feel the open doors. And when sailors come blowing in, let us take their hands and bound us to sea, our hearts will learn of far and wide with each story shared.  If we only dared.


Heaven to earth, that's what we seek. I know it's seems but an open street. But our souls do grow, to hear the show with our relatives in the rain, pitter patter it's hear with us again. And I say, it's glory upon me.  I say, it's time for Greatness to weep (reign rivers of gold). And heaven pour from the inside of me; strum. I feel warm with your love you send to me.  I hope to share this all like a disease (rampantly shared).


Catch this wave, let us play, turn lessons into treasures each and every day. And when there is illness, just pray to be stillness and bring your heart out and say a few words. Share what your heart feels.


Friday February 4, 2011, Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, elder crystal person from the heart of the Golden Warrior, Roar of the Buffalo Horn (curved space, as the path is always elliptical and on the way home). Aho (may your spirit fly), mighty oceans are known.
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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!

Posted by White Buffalo Calf Woman Twin Deer Mother at 3:38 PM 
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Here does flow, the heart of gold, that shatters time and space, to bring us home to shine like stones (crystalline stone river), the place of unity that's blessed, the holy sacred nest. Welcome home to Brotherhood, Cosmic Father, the golden child, Roar of the Buffalo knows your tone, because you did call on the phone (song in the winds).