Where a man does shine, it's electrifying in the wind. If only they could understand it's not about the sin (yellow dreamer, the barking dog, the warrior shouts). Its' about love this holy day. It's about love that leads the waves. And if a woman needs to be held. Her tears will tell us just what our hearts bled. But if you walk away, not listening to her, how will you know the glory of what this world shows? And we are children of the sacred rainbow. We are children of the bleeding hearts who want to adore. You are the magic that we need to shine. If only you could learn to fly.
Take hold of what you say and do. I know you are gifted too. I know you are greatness with a view. And even though you don't see this mighty wave. I can feel its gold. I know your heart could be told. Leading.... seeding.....bleeding.... completing......that's the sacred circle on the run. That's the waves we feel under the sun. This is your Mother your rainbow child this day, I am telling you so much lives in the haze (dream phase).
(Rattle continues) Wisdom River Shines, on and on we flow, to where the river always knows, rainbow carry me through, I will be here standing next to you.
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums, from the heart of Wisdom River Shines, our Rainbow Eddy Sacred Song Blessings. Present Sacred Horn, Grandmother Comfort in the Wind, Star of Heaven and all the little ones of heaven's glory.
The four directions of the Rainbow Clan
White: Father Nation "fall down, sunset"
Black (Blue): Mother Nation
Red: Twin Child Nation "rise up, sunrise"
Yellow: Child Nation
We bow and bless the sacred nine directions, eight holy (four inside or light from within and four outside, these are our rainbow colors, light from without) and in the center, "Hear I Stand". Nine Directions (in, out, up, down, all around, forwards, backwards, side left, side right) we bow and bless every moment we remember, to cleanse the sacred circle, our relatives (relativity, space man space, the heavenly dance around the hoops. Blue road sound cross red road color and yellow road swirl at me "great dream", white road return with me). We are all part of the Dreaming, now to learn to dance with it, rather than oppose it. To become the dreamer, one learns the four roads, sound (blue), color (red), relativity (yellow), streaming (white).
|Sacred Circle is called a Glory|