Aqua (leader of men upon the earthly shores), blue (the relative who flows to and fro from the open shores), violet (voice of God, who brings knowledge of the soul, priestess), gray (four sacred directions of the Buffalo house, where our dreams are born and live out our lives)
Way in the middle of the violent sea (the wind of you and me, where our souls fly in the sky), my heart does muddle on to always sea (vision of the heart). They don't know what they are looking for, but I say, they need to look further more. God tells us long ago, there's wind to play, a voice that knows how to get along this way, but they don't look beyond there on selfish nose (to know, is the place of to and fro, between realms of heaven and earth, here the person can't see beyond self, nor transforms towards heavenly knowledge and depends on earthly intelligence), because they don't seek beyond what's told (advertising media, rather than seeking true wisdom).
My heart knows, which way to go. I say, I'm gonna find a will to play (in the kingdom of heaven). I know God is part of everything and I'm gonna swim (in the breeze, where our hearts know the valleys of heaven) and feel my heart again. I'm gonna feel the heart of all the wind (you and me).
Can't you sea, the miracles God give to us? I know it's deep inside our lusting hearts (we always want something on the other side, yet, it's take courage to go beyond, in the crevices of our heart we yearn, our instinct to thrust forwards). It's the place we grow deep inside our minds, the butterfly that's so blind (there is a bone in the skull called the sphenoid, which flexes each time we take a breath, the whole cycle is a flight of a butterfly. here we are given life, our world of flesh. our souls are eternal knowledge but when we depend on our earthly years of intelligence we get lost, we are blind, rather then depending on eternity of knowledge). There in the deepest recesses, the crevice is wide open for us to fall inside (in the womb of Mother Earth, there is much pureness, like spring waters that are cleansed, her we are safe to know the sparkling life, the body of knowing, beyond all strife). But we must entail the vision of escape (fly with our soul, on a journey of life, to bee free, to know of strife), to the heart of all the windy gapes (where the winds blow and flow free, in the valleys of the seas, between the mountains we gather in the fields).
There we fly towards the sunny sky (there upon our faces, we feel the warm of the miracle of life, the lights of abundance that provide us with life, we begin our journey of purified ways, to the heavens we ascend and display, giving our love away). There we go wandering which way and why (seekers of knowledge and wisdom, traveling to distant shores). There we long to have a better way. There we go again, it's a brand new day.
Can't you see, the heart of me? Can't you feel the heart of you? It's real you say, but what makes your day, if only you could sea the truth of thee, the longing of happiness that's gonna bee (impossible flight of our dreams). And when does your heart know God's inside (where is your faith?). You're greatness that seems, oh so blind. But when does the darkness mount to shame (not in prayer or fire purification), when all you do is find a rushing game (always looking ahead rather then here right now, to enlighten the soul), not looking at the flowers, that gain (when we blossom and grow spiritually we grow in wisdom and the snake curves, where law of love in known, the kundalini arises to the skull, where heaven and earth greet the shores, the rising sun, alightfromwithin). But looking at the road ahead of time, not recognizing that we are blind (we could have so much more, if only we could take the time to enjoy our lives).
And God tells us to enjoy all the miracles, the ants and the flowers that fill this earth. The butterflies, the cockroach style, he never dies, no matter how hard you try. And when you look beyond the fly that burns, she lays her babies in almost anything, because she never gives up on the swim (the eternal journey of life, where instinct trusts our souls, rather then our flesh, and united we pass the test, where love is known in the heart). Because she always looks to win. Because she knows, God is her lips (the voice and song to receive, to bee gratified), the style of wisdom we call instinct. The style of freedom, that longs to bring. The style of loving almost everything (spirit in all things). And when we are gone and left our children behind, don't you think glory will have a part of mine (we leave our stories, our cells, that teach and linger on). Don't you know relatives (the blue of you and me, the leaves on the tree of life) who climb and climb.
Don't you see glory in all you do, for magic is the truth of the muse in you (laughter is sacred medicine, that teaches you right from wrong). And when you are broken hearted and find no relief, then you need get down on your kidney street (eternal flowing of the soul, is paired with eternal of the flesh. it's the eternal of the soul, that flies in the wind, to know the spirit of everything. Flight is both the right and left, two wings that breathe in song, in harmony. elders say, it's the walking talking way, and we become united in the sun that says, let the clouds and winds blow from the deep blue seas, where we begin to reflect perfect harmony). Fall down on your knees and begin a prayer, say God is part of all your hair (antenna to God, the fibers of our lives, that weave and bind). And we shall see better days, when we forgive and part (not walk away, but leave with love in the heart), of those who didn't know or have a heart (of gold). And glory will be for meek and mild (humble before the sacred rainbow, who bows to the winds of time, sharing the glory that is in thine). And we shall know all the rosy smiles (greeting each other in the promise land, heaven upon earth). And we shall know glory of the wild (souls that fly free, where the flesh knows the wiles in me, I shall sow my oats, to grow fields of gold), but seas (vision with a heart, into the valleys of pure gold, abundance for all). We know the windy road ahead of me (standing upon the rolling hills, the waves of light our souls travel on to bee free).
There you are. I see you down the road. There you are, looking out so bold. There you are, my heart did tell you look and seek. There you are, my mind is so full of glee. There you are, you're praying God help thee. There you are, my heart knows, you found good company. There you are, my brother sister, look out for God. There you sitting inside, your buffalo heart (sacred four directions of the rainbow colors where the soul of heaven resides).
Sung By White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother
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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!
The crystalline rainbow that lives in you, the heart of all that living is the part of the truth, it's only the reflection that gifts us the light, the wondrous journey we sing in strife, but we would have no other way, to enjoy all the beloved sacred displays! Welcome home Sacred Rainbow, where you shine all day, and nights bring the stars the emanate all grays (hear we go in Grandmother Space, weaving the sacred Rainbow).
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Teach what is right, that law is the LOVE, then when two hearts united, we fight with intelligence. However if LOVE doesn't lead the way, then we fight to unite LOVE, two broken hearts, then we know that we are walking the truth path, the love to each other, the kind that lasts, over rolling hills in time, over the suns, and into the heart of the blue seas of every one. We are the Prophecy, the Rain upon the Land, so parched, it will need a Rainbow, to serve it home the right way and know where to land (the Rainbow always lands on the pot of gold, abundance, the brotherhood)!