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!

White Buffalo Calf Woman (Ptse San Wi Yan) has come home to your hearts. It's time to walk the evolution's path. We all are part of the Rainbow Clan, my relatives each and everyone. Receive the treasures that your iyes(h)ka (interpreter) gifts to you, the sacred song blessings, that always are true (soul and voice of the song). And inside of you, the soul that comes alive, the prayers that live, and shout, "I am and I thrive!"

Image left we honor artist Mary Selfridge. Image right we honor the Unknown Artist

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Aho Dear Twin Deer Mother (White Buffalo Calf Woman), If you have the time and space I would like to receive a song blessing...Thank you very much.
Blessed Be. SS your Song of Heaven, Green child, Spiritual Embrace

Southern Season Greetings, Sending love and kisses to all the misses! http://sacredsongblessings.blogspot.com/2012/07/a-garden-at-play-heavens-way.html.
your devoted servant, White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal child

Aho Beloved Twin Deer Mother, Thank you for the song!!! My soul jumps from joy and got tears in my eyes! This is how I feel inside!!! Thank you for the pics as well! They express nicely what I feel... Welcome to Paradise where the Tree of Life blossoms one's/once more!
Blessed Be. Southern Season your Song of Heaven, Green Child, Spiritual Embrace
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Sunday, March 4, 2012

Willow Walking Where? In the Heart that Dares!

Willow dream (seeds take root), upon the seams (at the edges of the universe, at the shores of each other's hearts). There I ride the sky so blind. If I see, I need to bee, inside (gulp) the great living stream. And there I hide to realize, the waking of what I need to be. If only dreams, could be seen, then a moving picture inside of me, could be believed, could be conceived.


Walking upon the shore upon the mighty door, I want to know more in you. And as we go this wave, to make a mighty save, let the world come to this chore. And we are genuinely happy when you rise up, to make a simple cup. A gesture and love and hoping for doves (peaceful), let God come to rest, upon my step.


Where we go, to the flow into God's w/hole (center of the ring, hoop or elliptical path), the place inside the mighty dream. And as we go, to know the waves of the show, let all be beamed (a light from within shine out of me). Into rainbows into rainbows, let us find the sea (blue road of heavenly). Into rainbows, into rainbows, let me find the breeze (wind songs). 


Come and join this hand and we will be Man, the waking of time that realize. Heaven and earth collides, it's up to eyes, to bring a vision home to seek. Pick up your cup drink it up, share your heart then you know where it's at. But if you die, without realize, the dream will have to unfold again. Here I stand, to feel the land. Where the winds blow upon the shores that demand. I will set the world on fire, just to make and feel the mire, the rug of God is here to adore (the red road).  All the dust (cosmic collision), the mighty musk (scent, the bridge of rainbow colors, the nose knows), the sent of good will upon this shore (next to each other). Heaven knows, it's exposed (our hearts unfold). It's time for us to change the wheels (get with your dream on the right track) and unload (take a rest and share your heart, do your part).


White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums. Sacred Song Blessings for Standing Leaf, the red child.

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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!

Running Wild and Free

Can you feel the echo of time? Lifting our hearts up and sublime? Great is the calling of the mighty winds (deep dark blue, heavenly blue road where our souls ride the winds). We are together again. Running free across the fields (hoops) bringing home all that real (dreaming together). Come mighty storm (energy of the cleansing), lift up our hearts, then we could find the way to impart (share our hearts).


Listen to the bellow of the mighty winds. Look upon the heart of what is within. Great is the calling of the mighty soul, we are but a gust of solid gold. Come and breath towards a hand in mine, gifting all sow we can shine. Hear the window in your heart, sea a vision and wait (feel it) .... and we can impart (hear the sounds of heaven, to share with others). 


Running wild is all our calls, feeling mighty when we are about to fall (bowing down). Down on our knees I beckon please, "let the will of God be free" (god: g utterance , ah heavenly, d transmission). Hold my hand to yesterday (eternal threads round and round we go, we bless yesterday). Feel the land of all we praise (thank you mother earth for all you gave). And in the soul within that shouts. God is home and we are about crowd (heaven reigns upon your window, the vision of brotherhood and gatherings of tribes).


There you go around the flow, looking for a heartbeat to really know, but inside heaven is about to explode (a light from within is going to burst). How do I know which way to go? There is a place in time I sing, to bring the heart of everything (knowledge overflowing). We are the children who leave a mark, heaven on earth, it's time to be sharks (devour the impure). Wade into the mighty shore, into the heart of those we adore. And enemies that are our children in shame, no more justice (the way it is today) or blame (heaven is about loving the gain for all). 


Running free across the fields, gold is coming to all to heal (brotherhood relieve me). And it's part of one you see, the heaven and earth again, liberty.  LIBERTY ..... LIBERTY..... LIBERTY ... .... ..... .... ....  it's part of thee (inside our hearts on the blue road of the heavenly soul). Look into your heart and say this day, "I will bow and learn to praise. I will be a shore for the mighty winds.  There we are together again."


Wild and free, that's what the breeze is to me. Wild and free, come hold the hand of destiny. Wild and free, there is a place in the mighty seas (heavenly blue road). Wild and free, I'm coming home to thee (relatives again). 


Stand up and shout I am here about (turn around, spinning).  Stand up and shout and feel it's about (the winds all around me, the sound that echos free).  Stand and up and shout it's time to go home, into the dream with many sounds. Feel free .............. it's you and me.  Feel free .... .... .... .... .... ..... it's eternity.  Feel free .... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... I'm home finally, I am standing here to feel your soul, upon the window with solid gold (the sine/waves of brotherhood) and we are together in the mighty winds. Let us be the power of God that swims.


Wild and free, that's where I keep company (relatives of the heavenly blue sea, the true blue and lambs of God's Oneness). Wild and free, that's where the deep sea (envision).


White Buffalo calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums

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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!

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