Sacred Song Blessings for Aldo (elder soul) Fallen Breeze, the yellow person who dreams!
Comical, waking up, to all my dreams. Hoping others will find the stream. There is much to learn in heaven's wake. The darkness come to light to find it's way. Butterflies and dolphins know which way to go, because they always follow their knows (long noses, the journey to and fro between realms, the law of love grows, relatives in the snow, the crystalline rock blows - the perfection of a soul). And we should look to them to follow their strides, because it's always a walking wild, when you follow the dreams, that you entail, we come to the roadways, of eternity.
Have faith in all you do and say, it's a brand new day. If only there was wisdom in all we do and say (trusting the soul to walk right with the flesh, the walking talking way). God is a miracle in each and everyone, even the flowers and rocks do sing. But you need to listen to all those songs, because the quakes are coming, to show us buffalo run (thunder of hooves of the Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy, who shall save the days). It's thunder out there, don't you hear the stampede, it's the dream of returning to all that's clean.
We are going to the land God did promise us, around the corner and through all the dust. After it settles and we find the tides (shores of the promise land, where brotherhood resides and sisterhood knows why, for law of love, will rule the days, and even the night skies), look out thunder (roar of a stampede, the army of God is on it's stride, the buffalo have come home), we are along for the ride. In the valleys (the shadows of heavenly fires do burn, to cast out the impure towards the whole) where the green grass grows (perfect place, the four corners of space), the migration herds, do thunder and roar, the battle of the mighty ocean's breeze, the soul's are coming forth to lead all of thee (heaven awakes within for all, to share the heart and the soul).
Spirits and dancing will come again to the heart of all of Gods leaves (relatives on the tree of life, each of us represent a universe, yet we are also part of a greater universe of Oneness, it's the micro and the macro). And we are just on the verge of extinct (departing the second phase of evolution towards the third rolling hill of time), for dreams are flowing to make us all seem weak (to learn humbleness and divine, the lambs of God shall survive). It's heaven's darkness, that leads the way, the visions and spirit of everything (the numinous flowing is the heavenly realm that we begin and return, the cycle of eternal winds). Let's learn to follow our souls again, to do what thunder (heavenly law of love) wants us to bring, our cosmic mothers know (rainbow people and overlays, the vibration of the child's heart who is in pain), it's the children of time (dreams unfold in our children who are pure hearted), that allows us to find the singularity (oneness of the sublime, we belong together and dine, the gathering to receive love and protection, the gregari(ous)ty of sharing stories of time). And when we find that we do belong to the wind, then tears will always win(d) (hear the sharing of pain, knows that there is a gain, to offer true love, the heart of true blood, that gives life every time, the waters of perfect love, a blue earth, that knows how to fly from above, the heavenly place we are dawning from, Mother Earth she carries us all with kit gloves. - pure and anointed - ). And children will always know when (perfect timing of the wind, trusting hearts with blind faith). And parents will long to be old again (to be an elder will have respect, and children will treat them right). It's time to bee (impossible flight of a dream we do flow) the heart of the breeze.
Come have a little faith in God again. Come drink from the well of eternity. Come dance and play and know it's time to shine, for dreams are going to bee the heart of mine. Dreams are going to find you and me, inside the hollow vacant tree (buffalo home, the sacred four directions of light, that house the soul), there lives a shelter for the wind. The soul, that knows it's time again.
White Buffalo Calf Woman (Ptse San Wi Yan), your Twin Deer Mother (elder crystal person), your wakan iyeshka (holy interpreter) who sings the songs, to speak the heart of the breeze!
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!