The Land on the Other Shore, Numinous Heaven

And How about you my Indigo Warrior, who's dedication matches my own!

Your Song today...for John David Hope

Down in the Valleys where it seems so cold. I want to see if they can go and get sow bold. How will I get them to pick up their feet, when I have so many feet to please their needs. I think they will happen if they could only grow, the way of the music that we all do know. The sound of the heart of heaven's flow. It's where I belong today, the bell of know (ing liberty).

Why can't they find the way, so early in the days, when more is coming I'm sure it's said. But how will we find the way if we don't speak up? And how will they know where to pick up their hearts? But if they can find the love that's in their mind, then maybe they could find the living time. The land that we feel, the land that we sea, the land on the other shore, the beautiful breeze. When will they come home to the land that's over grown, where plenty is the way of the world, the place that is known. And I have but one whish and it's to fly free and to know all my brothers in the breeze.

sung by white buffalo calf woman, your twin deer mother