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!"

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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, September 26, 2010

Let Us Understand, We Are Part of Man!

Gracious is my heart beat. Can you feel my soul?  I want all the glory to share with heaven's fold. Come close my darling, come hold my heartbeat, upon your treasured hands I weep.  Give me your love, to command, to bring mountians to MAN. Let us understand.

Heal all the windy world. Feel so great, it's absurd. But my heart feels liberty as they cut down one more tree (righteousness does fulfill). Give a hand, to those, who misunderstand, tell them it's a favored world. Smell all the sights and sounds. Help make it a higher ground. Fill my world up, with solid ground.  I am divine in love, with the solid ground, hallow, it's a cloud.


Making music in my heart. I feel humble and a part. Of a world, that holds me close, but allows me to flow, and grow and know. Where does the river go, but under fabled rainbows. Where golden honey pots live, and rushing cows do whiff (must/musk/prayer robe). And closer am I to you, with this place, of a honey dew. My soul grows, with this sacred view. I love you.


My heart shines.  I stand up to light, the sky. I am the Sun Dance today.  I bring my heart to display. I give my soul to you. I bring in the love of a sacred blue, the royal art, in me and you, kinsmen a part, of this loyal true. Bring me home to you. Bring in rainbows. Show the world, of many colors in bloom, just like it feels in June. There is abundance, ever, signs gift the hard work that is near, but we lovingly toil away, to bring in our soul's display.  I shine for you today.  I bring in light for you in dark rays, my heavenly soul.  I give the spirit an embrace.  I give my heart, a blessing and a trace.  We are divine you and me. I do love, the heart that is free.  My soul longs to be near thee, the garden does grow.  I sea your soul. 


Perfect are you.  My heart is blue (true blue, relatives to/fro/two, united royal blue).  My waking hours, I long to be near you.  Hold me in heart, take my hands, humble part, welcome me home in your arms.  Put on that charm.  I do live in a world of blue, sum are sad, you know it's true.  Sum are glad, it's a lighted view. Sum are treasures, me and you.  Let us join in arms, bring in hearts with charm. Show the world, to realize. That rainbow wariors, have a surprise. We will walk towards your heart. We will embrace, all sacred parts. We are embraced, by your love. Come next to me. I feel you want to be free!


Come hold my hands. Let us understand.  Validate all of man. Gift them your heart's dance. Hold every word, as sacred treasure, a trance. Validate all they say, bringing them closer to your rays.  There you will be one heart.  Then they will listen to your part.  They will gift the charm back to you.  And both now, will be a sacred view.  You think, we are must have pain, but it's better to gain, sacred harmony between foes, to make this world, better heaven knows.


In me, I find glory filled. Do you seek treasures by the mill, wood unites, the law of love invites, contained, in fabric, pieces are frayed. But my heart will linger for always. And now, we realize, how great we are, surprised. Heaven brings us home to you. To serve the sacred true. And my heart knows the place, where heaven sends your grace.  You hold me in these hoops of love, to bring us closer, to heaven's doves. We gather to show the world. We gather together, to know it's fill. Evolution, come take my heart this day. I have learned to pray!




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The four sides of a clover, where buffalo roam (four sides of a house, our rainbow colors, the four directions), has only decide to catch the rain.  The tears of those who need to expose, a heart full of pain.  They need a Great Mother who can feel the heart of their clover, to embrace all they feel each day.  Teach the hourly blessing and daily fire ceremony (best hourly too, but baby steps to learn the way) to cleanse their own river (spiritual flow, the wind that blows, in the holy temple within), sow you don't have to feel all their pain. Warriors you have so much to gain, our Great Father is need of your reigns.  Gift him a heart of a warrior, who shall show the way!
 

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!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

The Place the Buffalo Roam, the Heart that Blows in the Wind

The Place the Buffalo Roam, the Heart that Blows in the Wind
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Give me a hand where the buffalo (four sacred directions of our holy temple) roam (journeying over the rolling hills, or waves of light), and my heart (trust the soul), will know what is right.  Give me some hope to endure all these slopes, where the shadows (heavenly dark who are yet to bee pure) are learning to pray.  Oh give me a home, a place where my heart can endure (time of collision course, which light and dark must unite). I have but one wish, to be hard and be stiff (stand my ground), when it comes the heart of the soul.

I will be there for my land, to be proud and make it a stand.  I will gift them my life.  I will offer them twice, in order they may find their true way.  Oh heal all of my bones.  Give me the place where I need to roam.  My heart knows the way, if I trust all I do and I say.  The place where my loins (muscles that propel me forwards) know the way.

Come and give me the rooms (house of paradise for each soul), the place, where my heart wants to bloom.  I say, "don't do that", and I say, "look at you brat", but I know you are my child, who I need so (you are my relative, who I must love and show the way, the law of love, the red road).  Tell me what do you know (trust your soul)!  Tell me how will you grow (blossom and bee-dream of the impossible flight- who you are)!  I love you so much, that my heart must bless and show (the law of love), and the way of eternal has no sin.

Run like the Buffalo Wind (the tools of the rainbow lights, the sacred four directions, that allows the soul to bee free).  Offer the heart with a string (strands of light, that weave together to make a cloth, the blanket of land we do roam, the blanket that keeps us from the cold).  Bind to your soul.  Jump up to the know (trust your soul), where all the dreams come and do flow.  We are the place that lies within (the soul lives, our heaven, when we bless the way, as sacred beings we are, gratitude shows the way).  We are the heart of the wind (House of the Rising Sun, the Lakota Heart in all of us, when we learn how to claim our souls).  Come dance with me, let the world see our glee, and all will know it's time to come home.  Whisper, "I love you sow".  Let's plow the earth (plant the seeds of love) and watch it grow.  Let's bee (dream the impossible dream of our souls) the heart of glee.  Let's find a will to flee (freedom or happiness within verses chained to the railings or no happiness within), into the heart of the running buffalo (free to migrate with our souls, evolve), who are free (on the great migration homeward into the third phase of evolution, where the dreams come true).

 
Sacred Song Blessing for Wandering Sole's Flesh (Wandering Sole Reflection Pool, your Calf that Chides) and sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother.

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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!



Fire Purification


There is a place where the Buffalo (flesh of earth, the light that grows, the four sacred directions, where we do) roam, and my heart does know how to roam, to be across the rolling hills, to eat of the green grass and know my fills.  I am nourished by this love, the place, where I live inside the dark, the heaven calling, to fill me up.  We the Rainbow Clan do know (how to drink from this spiritual cup), that we are part of this sacred show, where the Horse (soul of heaven, the heart that knows) runs wild and free, to be with Warriors, the Dog (rainbow warrior of prophecy who stands their ground) who bleeds (follows the red road, the law of love, where the fighting is for the unification of the broken heart, to bring the warrior up).

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