The Bellows of a Heartbeat from Samantha Michelle Daughter of Sister Teresa

The Bellows of a Heartbeat

Listen to the buzzing bees (dream impossible dreams), where I long to beam. I have so much going on, just need a song. Let the others blow away, then faithful will stay. Come to heal the world I wear, the place others want to smear. We are children of this world. We are children of the seas. We are family, when we will start to believe. Take hold and find a friend, then you will have room, to grow a heart of love in the sacred loom. I will be your friend if you befriend me. I will share my heart with those who long to arc. 

Tether me to the room, where love is bountiful. Tell all those who long to feel the waking of the zoom. All the angels fly by, yet when I need to cry, they seem to walk away, without saying a good ray. How can I long to feel if others do not look my way. I need a hand to hold, to bring in faithful rays. Heaven send me home to where I long to be, together with my family who gifts the heart of good rays. 

Where they wanted more, the land of the free, I wanted to fend for them, because they gift a ray. I needed all my soul to find a willing plan, the place where I stand to make amends upon the land. Heaven help them all, even when they fall. Let us become the place where children have a good face. I wanted to fill the room with tender loving cares. Let my soul be on fire, to bring down all those woes. 

Witness to all gone wrong, the land of torn out eyes. The people do not want to understand so many people cry. If I had my way, I would give them a chance, yet they take a hold and make the world gone mad. Where is the place I stand if others do not mend. I need a hand of gold to find my favored wind. Come let us stand side by side, then I will feel the gold, where the heart knows, the land of the bitter told. I will cry upon the seeds, watch them grow with love instead of disease. I will gift my heart away just to feel their cosmic rays. This is the beginning of the groves. This is the place where children play. Gift them a place a room, to twirl in a good ray. 

Tell me true blue. Tell me the cosmic knews. Tell me true blue, where all is delivered home. The place of many cultivations, the plan of wholesome division. We need a place of grace to tether towards. We need hearts that feel warm. Time to shine like the sun. Time to bind like the moon. Time to share all this room. Time to wake up to all this glue. Together we are family, across the lands and many seas. We are joining the cosmic race, because we long for that perfect chase. 

Sailing across the seas. Sharing our hearts in divinity. Showing the world we can get along. Sharing the sacred living stones. We will become all divine, because we are making our hearts shine. I will show the world how to care, I will bare (it all). Let my soul rush around, then let my sole walk on ground. Let mine eyes become true, when I pray and bless you. 

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings the heart of little Sister Samantha Michelle. When others do not find the way, love always makes the perfect wave. And her mother of the seas, Sister Teresa longs to believe, that love will overcome those who are lost and secretly dum (founded). If all the bitterness and hate belonged on this silver plate, then God would have shown, a sacred book to get along. Yet the sacred you seek, is in the heart of the meek, the torah always shows the way, because we who are devoted long for this praise. Children of the holiest crown, where love is all around. 

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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!

Listen to the Winds That Blow

Listen to the winds that blow. I can feel all a bow. Everywhere the sun does shine. I will help us climb. In the wind. In the wind. We are all in the wind. Every place I know, sacred river is about to glow. Heaven on this stream, going to make my heart beam. Listen to the winds that blow. I can feel it all a bow. There my heart sings a song, to heal all to get along.

When we rise up above. Clouds of diamonds glow. When we fall on down. River of sand does grow. We are all in rows. Listen to the winds that blow. My heart is billowing gold. And if you are listening to me, my heart will sing in the breeze. We are feeling this world. All together we are the filled. We are making a mansion of love for every child from above. 

Listen to the winds that blow. I can feel the mighty bow. We are children of God and we need every sod. Grow inside of you, the river of life that comes true. Inside of you, we are making magic too. Listen the heart. Listen to your part. Listen to the world, then magic will begin to glow. 

Listen to the clouds of love, billowing above your head. There I will send my love to cherish all that glows. We are children from the stars. We are making our holy mark. We are climbing the vine, to help all the children shine. Listen to the clouds of love. We are making it like doves. Fighting for righteousness. We are taking to the larks. 

There we find a holy place in thine. We are making a mark upon this land. When we understand our hearts, we can find a way to part. All the oceans of time, are looking for us to chime. All the winds that blow . . . we can make it glow. If we put our hands together and make a stand. Together and make a stand. Together we make a stand. 

Winds blow . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for Angelica Rose, eldest daughter to Aqua Sister Teresa Saluzzi. Listen to the winds that blow to hear all about the sacred rainbow, the clan of all life's dream. Together we know, connected to the throws, where the winds blow.

Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org Angel Services Around the World
Sioux Task Force and Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Jews for the Ark of the Covenant, the Rainbow Promise 

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!