I have a song in my heart today. I can feel the wind in my face. Where the eagle flies (holy path), I hold my eyes. Have me come to yee/you/ewe, where the song fills the breeze. There is a time for all men to shine. There is a time, for us to make up our minds. There is a time, when we are sovereignty. We are the season of the living in harmony.
Where have you gone, my soul I want to get along. Where have you gone, my soul I want to share this song. Where have you gone, the willing of this holy ghost. I am inside, where I fill up the most. Gliding, free, gliding. Hoping for the cherished trees. Dreaming to bring in harmony, where heaven is listed (leaning over, bowing) in the trees. I can feel the winds blowing, inside my heart is glowing. I can feel the winds inside, where my soul wants to ride. And if I can shine this face, upon the human race, then all the sunshine will show us the gold. Dreams unfold. Dreams unfolding. We are children walking hand in hand. And when we stand up, let us march together as one band. Heaven heal us, to make this stance.
I have a song today, listening to all your rays. I have a spoken word, to bring us back to this herd/heard. I have a willing scope, to bring in dreams we can cope. We are divine children, learning to run. Hold my hand today, then all the children will learn to praise/pray. Hold my hand today, where we can walk the same way/waves. Hold my hand today, we are forever in a circle a daze. Thank you Grandmother dream (space), for comforting me.
Great Spirit walk with me. Great Spirit, show me just how to; pleased. Great Spirit, I watch this world. They don't seem to know, just how to bow and pray ..... Great Spirit, I will beat my drum today. Great Spirit, I will show all the children the waves. Great Spirit, I will shine a k/new daze, where we are together, the Holy walking weather/whether (choices we make on the four directions of our rainbow colors, the buffalo robe, our filial duties to the Rainbow Clan).
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to bring in everything. Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star beats the drum. And a story is told, to make us all find the gold, where dreams unfold, one step at a time. Blessings to all the Rainbow Clan. Blessings to all Man who stand. Blessing to everyone, where we are making it royal suns. Blessings to the waking breeze, the winds in the sneeze. Let the holy pipe show free, we are family.
This Sacred Song Blessing is from the heart of our beloved Brother Between the Trees Sits Between the Eagles Sid Betweenthetrees Wade
Ghost Walk (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.
From the darkness we arise a heavenly child.
(solar and lunar calender align, January 1, 2014, a cycle of renewal)
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Pray With Elders around the World
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!