There I shine another day. There I bind another day. Just want to chime another day. If only the children could learn to play. There I go, I want it all to snow. There I flow forever it's a rainbow. There I shine, for another day to be kind. Oh my children, don't you know, my love hides (in the darkness heavenly hearts reside). Don't you know, that inside my love will grow. Come inside your heart today, bow and bless and leave your heartaches a wave. Bless all the children, the sky in delight, the miracle of your light. I bless the halls and the green grass too. I bless the wisdom that flows in you. I bless all the suns in the sky today, but if you could, learn to love, in all you dew in the rainbow rays. I bless the places of the gleaming pipes (rays of light), where the water runs with pure delight. I bless the sake of me and you, the heart with keys, towards loving you. And when we shine another day, I will feel your praise. I will know just what you dew, in your loving rays. And if you have heartache, let's find a soul, where rivers are flowing solid gold. Where rivers are running free and fast, my children remember to bless the last. And when we rise up to find our eyes (envision, window pane/ looking glass, dream), let heaven be with us, throughout the night.
Sir Henry Seed of Salvation pipe song
White Buffalo Calf Woman pipe song
Hold my breath, let it out. There is a place where all will learn to shout. Come on in, to where the sailing in the winds, take a stand, for us to make a miller out of every man. Say you know what is right from wrong. Do you lean on love each time with your sacred drum? I think it's time to feel your heart. Don't you walk away, to another smart. It's time to lean on love this wave, otherwise, you won't be bold or save. Heaven takes our hands of time, to roll things over one last rhyme. Hear your breath, the smoke of the tests. Will I find comfort in all of the rest. I say to those beholden, to graves that lean on love. They would would save us, our ancestors of love. It's time to gift our hands now, to prophecy that lands. And if we are to conclude well, that is the deepest stand. And heaven will guide us, with each breath we take, for all the pipes of heaven sing glory and your praise.
Bread of Life pipe song
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings: it's interesting, moving away from the river, but it still roars, even when we snore. Funny we bring up the Miller, he is the one who runs the grind stones.
Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star pipe song
Elders Song of the Rainbow Clan
(I see a slithering snake across the horizon it's traveling from west to east)
I hold my head up to sea. I hand my love out to destiny. I gift my heart for all to sea, the hands of god relieves. We are walking with many majesty. Each a child of rhyme knows how to be free. Just a hand in love in you, will make my heart in a bloom, come catch my soul. Aware for all to be their fold. Gather children around the tree, you will find it's our destiny, to tell the story one more day, to live a sacred place of praise. There is a wonder. There is a grime. Let us be cleansed now, one more time. And with all the children, help them to bow down. They are the welcome, the deers in the crowd.
Let us give praise to the world today, to bring in holy waves. Let us join together in harmony, when we doubt what we say. And when we don't have the miracles, then love will be one more time. It's where we hold the places near, my sparking will hold fear. Let the sun rise inside your heart, all my children show me the way. I will follow you where you bow down , to say another present we praise. and I will lift you up like diamonds, for the shelter of the winds. and we will flow, down a rocky road. If you and me are children, then we must learn another way. To give praise in all understanding, means we must learn just how to save. And with our hearts we know the children, the places we did save. Come lift up our voices another way, when stories are shared in the day.
heaven shine, heaven line, all the receptacles of time. we are understanding to the banding of what is children along the way. And we will shoulder all exposure, it's time to reveal all sacred praise, because it's changing fields are rapid, when smells linger near. We must fly like kites in the wind, to bring in all the tales to begin. And if we could not speak out our thoughts, how will you know which way to field? I say, it's time to get real.
Elders will hold you closer. Bind you to the sacred tree. Elders will know how to be faithful to the living dream. Elders will bow down and give comfort. to all the children in the winds. And when we don't know which way you want it to flow away, then love will reign.
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings: first I bow to all my elders, lets all bless right now, holiness send your love and bless the nest, sadness needs a kiss. heavy breathing and relieving, let's give each other hug, and make it all snug, comfort pleased, warm and cold, just right it flows. Aho
Realm songs (crystalline stone)
Feel my laughter come flow to you. Down from the sky. you are lost and frozen and need a little love. We are coming for you, to show you to fly like doves. Let all the children remember their great name. Let all the children remember without shame. Remember children it's time to litter our souls, with loving thoughts of waves of solid gold. Believe in you dreams. I will bless you. I will bless you. I will bless you. I will bless you. I will bow and be true.
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings: I want clean hearts, to bow and impart, clean up with love and law, all is part of the sacred snot of children who need our care, just one more dare, it's not to compare. Realize you are with elders, bow and be grateful clean up your thoughts or find another place to go. We welcome the fold (the clan). Elders are here to learn to demand. Aho. The law of the tree.
Southern Winds ascending
Can you bind with me? I want to feel the leaves. If only you did see, I hold the magic in all the leaves. This means, I look at everyone, just the way, under the sun, where shade parks in your life, what is hidden is revealed to light a spark. Hold on, hold on, to that charm.
White Buffalo Calf Woman Seas: Vision of many trees, rolling down a river, like cut trees, in the olden days, it was a way to cure the trees. In logging country, the trees would roll down the river and accumulate along the shores. And the river was solid trees. All the forest green was gone and only the tree trunks or log where left behind. They would stay in the river for years. This has all changed. But the journey of the tree is showing me, that the law is unity. the trunk binds heaven with earth, the fields of green and gold, bring us to where the song is told. And if we seek out the hairy kary, the masking marry, then we need reveal all to share, the song to make it real. We find glory in the story, when we reveal. Hold it like nails, because it's rust, that brings us to crumbling dust. Aho.
Upper heaven sings
Welcome into my house. Welcome all the shoes. Welcome all the angels to what we shine is true. Welcome to the heavens who cleanse our radiant souls. Welcome to the saviors, inside the children told. Have you come to witness, the soul within is true. Have you come to shine another day, upon the view. Have you listened to the children who shine another ray, for you will be coming back deer, remember to leave with play.
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings: how sweet.
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings: how wonderful.
Lower heaven sings.
Ho, hey, hah, loh, it's a sailing light show. I can see the fire glow. I am dancing around the sun, just to help all burn. And with each a song and dance, I know its my turn to bless this stance. it's he, ho, my soul grows. he, ho, my soul grows, he, ho, my soul grows, that's my stepping toes/tows.
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!