Where I Move My Feet, I Greet

Hear the footsteps to the world. Rushing by to help us fill the dynasty to which is willed, the horns (embracing) of God, the place fulfilled. Take hold to justice, to where I step. To greet the heart and there I lept to meet the soul that need me sow, to bridge a gap for us to grow. There is a mighty wind that blows, to capture all of our sacred toes. It's where we step now, to where the winds flow, to grab some shelter, for heaven blows.


There in the wind swept place I keep. My soul is lurching*(rolling rock, one who bows/arches like the rainbow and leading from the end of the circle thus looking ahead, as a perfect crystalline soul would do) out to leap, into the next moving cart (crystal stone center, the cube, join together as Grandmother imbues the crystalline stone river, the great dreaming journey, mystical magical mystery tour), the place upon the train (grandmother's train dragging and pulling), the trail imparts. I know I must look out for the world. I join the hands of all the buffalo (four sacred directions) herd/heard (the wind stands). And I know it's time for us to fulfill, the cream of glory that is really reel.  Come step your footsteps, along the shore. Face your mighty breeze and start to adore. Heaven come into my heart this very day, because I want to know how to bow and praise.


There is a sunshine inside my heart. I want to leap out and be an arch. I am the glory of a rainbow tree. I have my duty set inside of me.  That's where I step to the beat of my heart. That's the place I hold my royal arch. And there my soul does wind and blow, to show the world my voice does know. Each rainbow color has much to share. Each color has much to dare, the four faces of heaven's crown, come join me and let us abound. 


I step to the heartbeat of my relative near. I hold their hearts inside all this fear. And when I bless the winds that blow, my soul will linger to help and sow.  Can we be brothers and sisters too? Can we be mighty as the true and blue?  Can we forever gift our hearts? I know it's the place I hold my arch.  Gift to the footsteps I adore, the place I wander inside your floor. Inside your colors, that's my trail. Inside of you, the mighty whale (when you tear, wail). I know you need me. I need you. I know you see me. I sea you too. I know it's time for all the children to bloom. I share my heart, my voice in the winds s(w)oooooooooooooooooooon.


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*abrupt rolling or pitching suddenly, prowling, rock, on the look out, lorche/laroche is derived from the Old French word roche, meaning rock, then lurching means a "rolling rock" (rock and roll), lorch/l'archer means bowman or archer, as a perfect crystalline soul like the indigo child, and thus the archer "la archer" is the one who bows like the rainbow, Larcher, Lercher, Lurcher, Larchier, lourche a 16th century French dice game, with lourche meaning also to be far behind, thus leading from the end of the circle thus looking ahead, as a perfect crystalline soul would. 


 ‘they changed their glory into the similitude of an ox that eateth grass’ (Ps. 106:20)

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