We are mighty children, when we remember the soul within. We shall be like ghosts, the holy place of sins (relativity of dream space). But as we learn to cleanse our hearts, we find a (truly holy) ghost of pure love. That's a ghost to reckon with, because power stems from a dove (singularity of love's devotion). Pure love. Love that is true. Compassion blossoming out of you. And if you don't have tears today, because your heart was broke, remember the many warriors, who are part of the spokes. And we are the circle of many, the tribes of the lands, for we are the children of the mighty, the gospel inside our hands. Gift to the people and children, the plants, rocks, animals too, because someday that will be your witness, your vision will come true. Learning about how to be grateful, in a daze that comes to reign (heaven upon earth), I say forever be true my fields, let the blooming grapes yield*.
*Joyous gathering of faithful devotion of sharing, gathering, eating, drinking and having a good time (tears of joy), now with the morals of brotherhood and righteousness, love purifies the heart, to bond together, like an arc, the ark through time, that allows us to shine, just like one small thin dime (sky or atmosphere, it's embrace on the fragile world we live).
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums, elders of the rainbow clan. Alightfromwithin.Org, Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
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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!