Sunny Skies the Miracles They Display, Madhura Speaks of Better Ways!

Sacred Song Blessings for Madhura
Aqua (leader of men upon the earthly shores), blue (the relative who flows to and fro from the open shores), violet (voice of God, who brings knowledge of the soul, priestess), gray (four sacred directions of the Buffalo house, where our dreams are born and live out our lives)

Way in the middle of the violent sea (the wind of you and me, where our souls fly in the sky), my heart does muddle on to always sea (vision of the heart).  They don't know what they are looking for, but I say, they need to look further more.  God tells us long ago, there's wind to play, a voice that knows how to get along this way, but they don't look beyond there on selfish nose (to know, is the place of to and fro, between realms of heaven and earth, here the person can't see beyond self, nor transforms towards heavenly knowledge and depends on earthly intelligence), because they don't seek beyond what's told (advertising media, rather than seeking true wisdom).

My heart knows, which way to go.  I say, I'm gonna find a will to play (in the kingdom of heaven).  I know God is part of everything and I'm gonna swim (in the breeze, where our hearts know the valleys of heaven) and feel my heart again.  I'm gonna feel the heart of all the wind (you and me).

Can't you sea, the miracles God give to us?  I know it's deep inside our lusting hearts (we always want something on the other side, yet, it's take courage to go beyond, in the crevices of our heart we yearn, our instinct to thrust forwards).  It's the place we grow deep inside our minds, the butterfly that's so blind (there is a bone in the skull called the sphenoid, which flexes each time we take a breath, the whole cycle is a flight of a butterfly.  here we are given life, our world of flesh.  our souls are eternal knowledge but when we depend on our earthly years of intelligence we get lost, we are blind, rather then depending on eternity of knowledge).  There in the deepest recesses, the crevice is wide open for us to fall inside (in the womb of Mother Earth, there is much pureness, like spring waters that are cleansed, her we are safe to know the sparkling life, the body of knowing, beyond all strife).  But we must entail the vision of escape (fly with our soul, on a journey of life, to bee free, to know of strife), to the heart of all the windy gapes (where the winds blow and flow free, in the valleys of the seas, between the mountains we gather in the fields).

There we fly towards the sunny sky (there upon our faces, we feel the warm of the miracle of life, the lights of abundance that provide us with life, we begin our journey of purified ways, to the heavens we ascend and display, giving our love away).  There we go wandering which way and why (seekers of knowledge and wisdom, traveling to distant shores).  There we long to have a better way.  There we go again, it's a brand new day.

Can't you see, the heart of me?  Can't you feel the heart of you?  It's real you say, but what makes your day, if only you could sea the truth of thee, the longing of happiness that's gonna bee (impossible flight of our dreams).  And when does your heart know God's inside (where is your faith?).  You're greatness that seems, oh so blind.  But when does the darkness mount to shame (not in prayer or fire purification), when all you do is find a rushing game (always looking ahead rather then here right now, to enlighten the soul), not looking at the flowers, that gain (when we blossom and grow spiritually we grow in wisdom and the snake curves, where law of love in known, the kundalini arises to the skull, where heaven and earth greet the shores, the rising sun, alightfromwithin).  But looking at the road ahead of time, not recognizing that we are blind (we could have so much more, if only we could take the time to enjoy our lives).

And God tells us to enjoy all the miracles, the ants and the flowers that fill this earth.  The butterflies, the cockroach style, he never dies, no matter how hard you try.   And when you look beyond the fly that burns, she lays her babies in almost anything, because she never gives up on the swim (the eternal journey of life, where instinct trusts our souls, rather then our flesh, and united we pass the test, where love is known in the heart).  Because she always looks to win. Because she knows, God is her lips (the voice and song to receive, to bee gratified), the style of wisdom we call instinct.  The style of freedom, that longs to bring.  The style of loving almost everything (spirit in all things).  And when we are gone and left our children behind, don't you think glory will have a part of mine (we leave our stories, our cells, that teach and linger on).  Don't you know relatives (the blue of you and me, the leaves on the tree of life) who climb and climb.

Don't you see glory in all you do, for magic is the truth of the muse in you (laughter is sacred medicine, that teaches you right from wrong).  And when you are broken hearted and find no relief, then you need get down on your kidney street (eternal flowing of the soul, is paired with eternal of the flesh. it's the eternal of the soul, that flies in the wind, to know the spirit of everything.  Flight is both the right and left, two wings that breathe in song, in harmony.  elders say, it's the walking talking way, and we become united in the sun that says, let the clouds and winds blow from the deep blue seas, where we begin to reflect perfect harmony).  Fall down on your knees and begin a prayer, say God is part of all your hair (antenna to God, the fibers of our lives, that weave and bind).  And we shall see better days, when we forgive and part (not walk away, but leave with love in the heart), of those who didn't know or have a heart (of gold).  And glory will be for meek and mild (humble before the sacred rainbow, who bows to the winds of time, sharing the glory that is in thine). And we shall know all the rosy smiles (greeting each other in the promise land, heaven upon earth). And we shall know glory of the wild (souls that fly free, where the flesh knows the wiles in me, I shall sow my oats, to grow fields of gold), but seas (vision with a heart, into the valleys of pure gold, abundance for all).  We know the windy road ahead of me (standing upon the rolling hills, the waves of light our souls travel on to bee free).

There you are.  I see you down the road.  There you are, looking out so bold.  There you are, my heart did tell you look and seek.  There you are, my mind is so full of glee.  There you are, you're praying God help thee.  There you are, my heart knows, you found good company.  There you are, my brother sister, look out for God.  There you sitting inside, your buffalo heart (sacred four directions of the rainbow colors where the soul of heaven resides).

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!

The crystalline rainbow that lives in you, the heart of all that living is the part of the truth, it's only the reflection that gifts us the light, the wondrous journey we sing in strife, but we would have no other way, to enjoy all the beloved sacred displays!  Welcome home Sacred Rainbow, where you shine all day, and nights bring the stars the emanate all grays (hear we go in Grandmother Space, weaving the sacred Rainbow).

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Warriors of the Rainbow Clan learning to be Parents and Soldiers to Love in the leaves (relatives in the blue of me and you, the trail of tears). Take up weapons to slain, all we don't need (sever ignorance, with validation, mending two broken hearts). Yet as our hearts tremble (because those who use hate or separation), we stand for LOVE all the way, this means we are loyal to all of God children who breath. We have tears abundant for all who need to forgive their parents and children please. Because a new Dawning is coming, to alleviate all this fuss, and make us be champions, who fight in the dust. Planting and rooting, to find the waters edge, there we are the heart of everything said. New stories are abundant to all that we say, and we are going on a journey, that leads us a way (in sacred flight, the souls dream). Into the hearts of those who need light, to bless all their darkness, sow shade will be right (from within the darkness the light is born)(by alleviating their plight, blessed by heaven, the soul's realm through the sacred walk). We are fighting for LOVE every day, including the LOVE of HEAVEN sent. Let us be warriors who stand for what is right, because we show mercy, and we have more love to show the way.


Teach what is right, that law is the LOVE, then when two hearts united, we fight with intelligence. However if LOVE doesn't lead the way, then we fight to unite LOVE, two broken hearts, then we know that we are walking the truth path, the love to each other, the kind that lasts, over rolling hills in time, over the suns, and into the heart of the blue seas of every one. We are the Prophecy, the Rain upon the Land, so parched, it will need a Rainbow, to serve it home the right way and know where to land (the Rainbow always lands on the pot of gold, abundance, the brotherhood)!

Ingela Teaches Us, Where the Flowers Grow, the Tears of our Heart!

Where do the flowers grow if not in my heart?  Where does the sunshine bloom, if we don't really start?  And when do we walk into the many open waves?  I say, we are on our way, to be the glory of today. 

I know that God is here, almost every day, but them sometimes we forget and seem to walk away.  And my heart grows fonder if we don't look away, but look at the heavenly site, the suffering of today.  We need bless and embrace ourselves to find our living days.  And we need to bless the dust, sow we can blossom (the rising sun within you, when the soul greets the flesh, the united path) and have new grass (home on the range, where the buffalo roam, here the new home is alive, the sacred four directions of brotherhood).

But where do the flowers grow, if we don't tear for you?  Where do the flowers go, if we don't look out for the dew.  I know we need your love, for relatives we are true.  If only we could find the hearts, the ones we are looking soon.

Come and know the will of God.  Dance in shadows, find the heart.  And we will know the fire's light, that blossoms into Rainbow delight.  Send the tears of tomorrow soon, and we will see the dew.  The rainbow will show it's self, and the pot of gold will too.  And I will be there praying for our relatives everywhere, to grow into heavenly beings, the true and proud and blue (relatives of me and you, leaves on the tree of life). 

There we need lots of love, to survive the days.  There we need hope and staves (staff of life, truth, steps to evolution), to get us through the waves.  The shifting lives we lead us through, will gift us the heavenly path, just bless myself and bless the world, to know it's on the way.  Brotherhood will last.  Sisterhood will be a blast.  And children everywhere, will know, that we are going to pla...............ay!

Come and be one again, and live the sacred day.  Come and love each other deers (journey of life), to know the path of suns (a new born soul, begins to run, to learn of rolling hills).  And we can suffer for the ones, who led us this far this day, because we love those who came before and showed us the way.  And we will leave our tears behind, to show the children who will last, because it's the red road, the law of love, that shows the tried and true.  Now go up to the alter, and give, and receive a blessing from you.


Sacred Song blessing for the heart of Ingela. 
Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother

Anatomy of a flower

Angiosperms or flowering plants produce flowers solely for the reproduction of the plant. Like animals there are female and male reproductive organs.

Flowers are extremely diverse in size, shape, color, and many other factors. This means they are excellent for identifying plants and their relationship to other plants, especially as the flower does not change according to environmental conditions, unlike say shape of plant, leaves and stems.

The Female Reproductive Organs:
Includes an ovary (where ovules (contain an embryo sac with egg/s) develop into the seeds are produced after fertilization), a style (a tube which supports the stigma on top of the ovary down which the pollen travels), and a stigma (a sticky bulb in the center of the flower which receives the pollen during fertilization).

The Male Reproductive Organs:
The Stamen consists of an anther (sacs which contain pollen (which make sperm cells) that fertilize the ovules) and a filament (a long stalk which supports the anther). The filament lifts the anther up so that pollinators can gather the pollen, as well as a vascular supply to the rest of the plant.

Petals:
The petals attract pollinators with their shape and bright colours for many species. Also some flowers are fragrant to attract pollinators, while still others give off an unpleasant smell to attract different pollinators (eg blow flies). Also nectar is produced to reward and encourage the pollinator. Color patterns on the flowers , especially seen through the eyes of the pollinator, might include nectar guides to point the way, or a "bulls eye" target among the petals might get the flying pollinator to notice the flower and home in on it, or like a series of runway lights to guide in the pollinator.
 

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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!

Dance With Me and Sing in the Rivers Flow

The heart song of Relative T. Carter, a green person, true spiritual leader of the world!

Which way do I flow? Which way do I go?  I know it's the way of loving today.  But so many don't want to love what they do, they fuss and make it blue (sadness), when all they need to do.  Is bless each and everyone, to be like the sun, the sky that gives us life, is where we bring our strife. And we could hear to be all that's clear to open rivers flowing to open in the wind.  And we could be love, when we follow those above, to remember that heaven is here down below where all the tears do flow (fall like a water fall, the sound that makes us free).

My love is waiting for you, because I know the clues, I wait and watch for you, to be the ever clues.  My heart waits and seas, the longing of me.  And you could be near, when you trust all your fears.  Walk into my heart and bellow the song true, for I will hold hands and make it all come true.  And I will be the plenty when others turn away, because I love you, to be the sacred way. 

Now we come to hold you, to offer you more than love, and sacred river flowing a dance from above,  the sacred rainbow flowing, upon the rolling hills, that's where I come to hold you, to be the dance of still (reflection of the heart).  Come hold my hand, come be the open stance, for we can climb rainbows and be, beloved trees. and I will be singing to you in the wind, and I will be open to dance here again.

Now whisper and dance and sing hallelujah, because the Great Spirits are coming to bellow the Song.  The range of mountains that allow rivers to flow, have come to release the torrents for all down below.  Those who learn about Sacredness and bless all who come in, will be the heart of many who believe in sacred trees.  And I will hold them dearly to my heart when they bleed, for dancing is for miracles when they come home to sea.

Dance with me and we will be one great big happy family.  And when we hear the songs from you, then I will be so happy to feel the blue (relatives).  They my heart, will linger in the wind, for we have come home to dust off our feet again.  But if we don't have miracles to believe in this day, then sacredness shall lead home this very way!

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother
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Mighty stands here today and I hand the land away. To gift the heart of Brotherhood, to gift the breath of living sight. Where do I go? Where might I add? Where does the road go to and fro? Have I just made too many stands or am I only the keeper of the land? We can be the bow (rainbow) of majesty, when we choose to follow the rules, of God's embrace the law of love. And here we stand upon the hill. For the Great Spirit knows which way to go and we follow them each day we grow. And if we trust the hands of God, then we know the way home is here. My heart blossoms throughout the land and where I go, I make a stand. For God's sword of justice comes to take the Reigns to give the Love, to give the team. We can do this, if we trust in thee, our Brothers love our Sister's glee. Can we trust faith forever today, or do we learn to walk away? The rainbow warriors of yesterday, came and went the other way, and now we know the only way, is to the heart, the heart that prays. We know the way, of the sacred day, is when our relatives all live instead of death inside, the death of time, we are here to grow and play again. We are here to grow and play all day. We are here to know, that God is Great. The image of which you art thee, and we can be the flowers pure, when we trust God, the one above.
Bless thee...
Sung by white buffalo calf woman, today July 07, 2009.

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