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!

White Buffalo Calf Woman (Ptse San Wi Yan) has come home to your hearts. It's time to walk the evolution's path. We all are part of the Rainbow Clan, my relatives each and everyone. Receive the treasures that your iyes(h)ka (interpreter) gifts to you, the sacred song blessings, that always are true (soul and voice of the song). And inside of you, the soul that comes alive, the prayers that live, and shout, "I am and I thrive!"

Image left we honor artist Mary Selfridge. Image right we honor the Unknown Artist

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Aho Dear Twin Deer Mother (White Buffalo Calf Woman), If you have the time and space I would like to receive a song blessing...Thank you very much.
Blessed Be. SS your Song of Heaven, Green child, Spiritual Embrace

Southern Season Greetings, Sending love and kisses to all the misses! http://sacredsongblessings.blogspot.com/2012/07/a-garden-at-play-heavens-way.html.
your devoted servant, White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal child

Aho Beloved Twin Deer Mother, Thank you for the song!!! My soul jumps from joy and got tears in my eyes! This is how I feel inside!!! Thank you for the pics as well! They express nicely what I feel... Welcome to Paradise where the Tree of Life blossoms one's/once more!
Blessed Be. Southern Season your Song of Heaven, Green Child, Spiritual Embrace
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Sunday, December 20, 2009

White Crow Who Comes Down to Folly as He Gifts Everything to Know the Heart of Sing!


There it goes round and round, nobody knows where it goes.  Heart passageways fulfill to care for all the nils (nothing). Go round and round no one knows, but I will be the up and down.  Coasting over rolling hills will bring me down.

Where the sun sets I won't return because the world is so full of sin, and light gives me to flow and pass the rocky mountains at last. I have much to fill the world.  I have much time to kill and when the moon rises up again my life will be complete again.

There where the moon sets down there where the northern wind falls down on me to fill the sky with simple apple pie, the sweetness in my life. There is abundance in everything, the heart of eternal spring and I will be the flowers bloom when I sing with you.

We ponder on the world today to give my heart all away, but there I go to meet the sky to fill an ocean so I may fly.  Where does the battle come home to me?  Where does the world come home to see, the hearth of love is damned you see, and I am looking for the way home.

Witness of holocaust runs in my veins to return to the sea.  And I have gifted everything to know the heart of sing.  What does a rainbow do, but fly in the sky of you.  To witness the love that could be you if only the butterfly has wings.

I don't have a heart to sing.  Searching for everything and my heart aches in everything, because I love you.  Whispering marshmallows (clouds) fly by night, to gift the heart of all my might, to fill the world of butterflies (the breath of life), to gift the song that stays alive.

Oh, I know longing fills the air.  I know life is everywhere, if only the world stays inside of me, the love that fills the skies.

White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother Sings the Heart of White Crow Who Comes Down to Folly, the Wisteria that Blooms. His colors are Violet, blue then the yellow that's blind to the truth, because there is a witness to dreams, that are going to be made true.  Here in the Gray in you, Grandmother holds you true.
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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!

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