Whispering Rainbows come home to dance with me and love lies in rivers with such a sacred breeze. There lies inside of me, where rivers do flow and I know that you are part of this very sacred snow. And we dance within, to release the sin again. To be with all that needs, to be the heart of everything.
Here the moon has much to say, as the Reflection of a day, the golden gleam with all this sunshine, has got to hurt a little while, but when it reaches it's portal doors and seas the way of love galore, then wishing upon a star does say, that I have come home this very day!
And we are but ships who pass through the night, the darkness of luminosity bright, for we are only children who shine upon the Rainbows each and every time. I have to say, that Gold is pure, like Angels who get new wings ardor (passion), and we are here to spread our wings, to fly and roost (four sacred directions of the breeze) upon the shores.
The days have been the rushing winds, to set our sails out again, and when the sun does shine above, we reach into our hearts like pure doves. And when the love of openness comes into the heavens from up above, there lies the truth of enduring nights, the long and awaited grace of God.
There is much to sea in the world today, the wasted and the much dismay, but if we seek and revere the past, then all will be the eternal blast. Come one Come all and have a ride, to sail away against the tide, and we will ponder when we reach the side of heaven that has a breech.
I am the Father, who comes to greet, the children who have lost their feet, for law of love is deep inside, when we just trust all we have inside. But if we don't look within the deep, we loose our faith and all we keep. Don't waste your time because we need, the heart of man, the heart we keep. Instead offer the many who need, a prayer of love and a time to keep (to weep the heart), the way of Brotherhood is clear, offer your hands to pray to dirt (over rolling hills, the earth bound of paradise).
Over rolling hills is sacred trees, the heart of all the blessed leaves (relatives) and we are here to know the dust, the rolling rainbows that keep us bound to having wisdom and lust for life, to gift us wisdom and have some strife, and all this goes to say, " I say, don't you want to live a sacred way!"
The more I look out into your light, I wish upon a starry night, that you are here inside my heart to long for perfect paradise. Come one, Come all and hold my hand, for it's going to be a humble ride and we are going to need us all, those who have learned to fade and fall (learn to fall upon the knees of humbleness and sacred prayer to save the day), for wisdom comes when we choose love, and pure of heart that learns from love, and fading is the heaven's gate, the brightest numinosity we can choose!
Welcome home to you!
Sung by white buffalo calf woman, for Jim Rushing River, our Cosmic Father, the Golden One!
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