Stars Glisten in the Sun!

Stars glisten to the sun, in my heart, and I spin all around, to sing the songs of heavenly bound, within the rolling hills of man's run.  It's earth within me, where the buffalo run, do I know where I am going, to bee with the wakan tankan (walking talking, to bee the stars of heaven's song), the place I understand.  Hold on my relatives, we go swimming in our tears of seas, and we sail into the a world of heavenly bounding without fears.  Rush into my arms, and I will be waiting for your return.  Come hold my hand, and know that I have come, to bee with all your dreams.  I have come home to my relatives, who dream, who bring us home, into a world, where all will understand.  It's a place where paradise will hold you, inside my understanding arms.

The Mother will know you, come sit with me with tears.  And Father will come to your rushing sides.  The wind upon the back, where pushing is a matter of fact, as we fight, to live in purity.  Sow pick up your pipe, and know of love again, for all our children they understand.  And give a cup of cheer to all that is known as fear, and let your hate be rushed away.  Because now it's time to know of love again.  Now it's time to run away.  Let's fly into the sun, let glory be our guns.  And we shall be family again. Come my children come on home to me, where we will sing the songs of tears.  The place we remember when, no shame will be here then, and we will understand true joy.  For abundance is everywhere, and hearts, they will be filled, with all our joys, to fill the seas with tears of joy.  I say, my glory runs, right into the rising sun, where you will be dreaming for you and I.  I know you are the song, that I have been waiting to get along.  And you are my joyous part of life.

The world, full of plight, will know when I arrive, because we purify their fights.  We will know of loving arms again.  We will know when to part (with love in our hearts).  We will bee the song of powerfulness, the star, that seeks the right to fly (freedom is known).  I know you are inside, the wind that blows in pride. And there Grandmother will hold our hearts.  We shine like the bear (star in heaven), and roam like the buffalo heart (thunder roars, in birth of the four directions), and Grandfather will hold our hands.  I say, don't let the misunderstandings go away (teachings), until you forgive them who do wrong.  But instead have a drum, that teaches them to run (sacred beating of united hearts), to forgive all that was done wrong (joining in songs together).  Let purification find a way, to live a brand new day, the ways of hope and songs of love, find roads that cross inside, the blue and red with pride, and we shall always find our waves.

For suns does find a wind to blow, when smoke finds clouds to blow away (freedom is eternal life).  And my heart will find you, when you seek what is truth, the loving aims of our lives.  Remember to bless it all, even friends and foes who fall, to return the shadows home again.  The lower, the higher ones, who call upon our friends, don't know of relatives with hearts, but you could teach them how.  You could be the fall (knowing prayer and humility, the rainbow halls).  The one who says, I'll show you the way.  Put fire in the light, purify all your plight, and we shall go for a new paradise.  Live happy every day, when you forgive all who did play, without the world, who did not know the way.  And we shall show the world, that we are heroes for sure, because we know of blessings that save the way.  It's a brand new day.  It's a brand new way, where Tao (walking towards home) is what is right.  The soul and the flesh, is riding to the nest, the place we call heaven on earth.  Now come and sit with me, by the fire that sets us free, to fill the days with joy again.  We'll dance and sing a tune, to be the song of hues (rainbow colors) and we shall fight for what is right, the law of love has come, to bring it home to the dawn, it's evolution calling, "We're going home".

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Blessings to the winds, my heart sings for you. Light your fire, say the flight, of nine directions "bless you", now we're done, it's been a day, getting done all we need do, but now that the blessings are in the wind, my dreams can all come true! 

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to you...

Fire Purification

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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!

Song Sung for the Clouds in the Sky!

*•♫♪♥♪♫•* (lips that kiss the sky)
Song Sung for the Clouds in the Sky!
 
Here we call upon the clouds, the magic of the butterflies.  We are part of you and I, the magical mystical carpet ride.  There beyond the call of blue, the sky that bellows oh so true.  I say, "My heart longs to be heard, let's go for a magical carpet ride, for sure." We the azure, know the spoken words only count if we are heard.  And if the calling doesn't quake, then how can you hear, for goodness sakes.

Reach for the heart, that's pure, the reflection of all that's azure and true.  The heart, that is mighty and the whims of all that's longing in the wind.  Take my hand, and we'll be sure, to bellow the heart of those who are heard.  The migration is coming home real soon, just hold on to those who go real boom (lifts you up into the sky). Lift your hands and seek for them, those who know of all the whims.  And if we are part of this mystery ride, then halo my heart, and bee real proud.

I know it's the sky, that longs to be heard.  That's where our hearts feel and hurt.  And when my tears, come down real fast, then a river is going to last and last.  It's the torrents, we do swim.  The many streams that blow in the wind. And if we look upon the hills, the slopes they tell us we endure.  And with the calling of the wind, we come home to the heart of mim (primly, quite, shy, demure or echoic of sound made with pursed lips, a calling for love, the star-heavenly of the sea-earthly, the sound of the stream).  There we worship all that's true, the sky, the heavens, that longs in you.

We are the many who come to greet, the heaven and earth, the place we meet.   There in the clouds, above below, we seek guidance to the great big show.  And if the clouds turn gray today, then we know heaven is on it's way, to purify our wiles, and sins away, with loving tears, that endure the days.  Yesterday and tomorrow bring, but today we know of the purification play, the rainbow that falters to the sky, to show us songs of lullabies.

Come till the stories we do claim, of past and future we do gain.  And what's more, we are eternal beings, that show us how to always swim.  And there we have it, inside our hearts, the shores of delight and shores we do part, but one thing in common is we both endure, to know the feelings of a great new shore.  The many rainbows, the many songs, that show us, lead us how to get along.  And when it's all done and ancestors speak, they tell us truly, how great we are.  The children of God know so much inside, if only they learn to fly the magical carpet ride.

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother

Fire Purification

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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!

Razor Parrot Who Clings to the Vine, Telling Us, How Far We Need to Run for Blessings in the Sun!

Sacred Song Blessings for Razor Parrot Who Clings to the Vine, telling us, how far we need to run!

There in my homeland, where the sky is blue, my heart grows fonder of this view.  I have to say, it's the green grass home, where all the suns, come running home.  I hold my head up for all to sea, but they don't really look at me. I await the days, when they know my name, "I'm the Green Grass home and I'm here to stay". 

Take my hand and follow me, where my heart will heal you into divinity.  There we shall wander upon the shores.  There my heart will follow yours.  Jump up and down, find liberty, the heart of a child, will glow and glee.  There my sins will be washed away, because I forgave all my foes yesterday.

I am going to where the Green Grass grows, where the blossoms grow and know.  Come won't you join me and have some fun, because we are already on the run.  Come and sit with me by the fire, tell me stories, that keep us wild (alive).  I know it's going to be a great big ride, over the rolling hills we do hide. Sow set sails with me, and roll away, over the horizon and glow away.  We shall set sail to know where Kingdoms lie, the place we call Paradise. 

Ho ho ho (this is the sound, that follows the low and longest wave, the Red Road, the law of love), we are on the nose (bow of the ship), the leading and breeding the place that grows.  Ho ho ho, we do know, the heart of the sailor who grows and flows.  There we are going for a great big ride, sailing seas, for the hello goodbye, but we will be back to have some real good fun, the heart always lingers and wants to run.  Ho ho ho, there we go, my heart says pitter patter (reigns and cleanses), the rainbow glows (sails).  I know you are the place I want to bee, because my love is going to be the ever glee.

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother

Warriors of the Earth  

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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!