JoAnn's Green River Flowing, the Heart of the Running River Wild

JoAnn, green person (embrace of the oneness of God) river flowing, the heart of the running river wild (freedom known)

There runs a river that flows the heart of all that knows.  Come to the waves of glee and find a sound of chi (energy to life) and we will find a heart of all that Tao (walk towards home is the way).  Till the destiny of the sun.  Create a festival and make us run (over rolling hills we do know).  And we can offer more if only we could soar, the place we go to evermore.


Jump inside of the river and we know love.  Jump high in the sky and feel the pie (parts of God as a whole).  There the will of God will be known like the Sun.  The place we worship cannot be undone, for we all Suns that soar like Stars.


Create the magic in the heart.  Make all the children safe for them to impart.  There needs to be a glee, the heart of it's me (the "I am" of God).  We fly into the heavens upon earth.  Our hearts will be filled the kingdom couth (the elders wisdom, to know or sense), we'll find suffering (law of love) of how much joy we can spend.  The parting of the soul, the tears that always knows.  We enter a place we're satisfied. Let's fly into the joy of the Sun (united soul and flesh, do what we say, happiness knows the way).

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, elder crystal person who sings in the wind, the stories of all that you bring, here the elder (soul) green does speak, the heart of all to keep!

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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!

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
Elder Crystal person, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter




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)!

Stars Glisten in the Sun!

Stars glisten to the sun, in my heart, and I spin all around, to sing the songs of heavenly bound, within the rolling hills of man's run.  It's earth within me, where the buffalo run, do I know where I am going, to bee with the wakan tankan (walking talking, to bee the stars of heaven's song), the place I understand.  Hold on my relatives, we go swimming in our tears of seas, and we sail into the a world of heavenly bounding without fears.  Rush into my arms, and I will be waiting for your return.  Come hold my hand, and know that I have come, to bee with all your dreams.  I have come home to my relatives, who dream, who bring us home, into a world, where all will understand.  It's a place where paradise will hold you, inside my understanding arms.

The Mother will know you, come sit with me with tears.  And Father will come to your rushing sides.  The wind upon the back, where pushing is a matter of fact, as we fight, to live in purity.  Sow pick up your pipe, and know of love again, for all our children they understand.  And give a cup of cheer to all that is known as fear, and let your hate be rushed away.  Because now it's time to know of love again.  Now it's time to run away.  Let's fly into the sun, let glory be our guns.  And we shall be family again. Come my children come on home to me, where we will sing the songs of tears.  The place we remember when, no shame will be here then, and we will understand true joy.  For abundance is everywhere, and hearts, they will be filled, with all our joys, to fill the seas with tears of joy.  I say, my glory runs, right into the rising sun, where you will be dreaming for you and I.  I know you are the song, that I have been waiting to get along.  And you are my joyous part of life.

The world, full of plight, will know when I arrive, because we purify their fights.  We will know of loving arms again.  We will know when to part (with love in our hearts).  We will bee the song of powerfulness, the star, that seeks the right to fly (freedom is known).  I know you are inside, the wind that blows in pride. And there Grandmother will hold our hearts.  We shine like the bear (star in heaven), and roam like the buffalo heart (thunder roars, in birth of the four directions), and Grandfather will hold our hands.  I say, don't let the misunderstandings go away (teachings), until you forgive them who do wrong.  But instead have a drum, that teaches them to run (sacred beating of united hearts), to forgive all that was done wrong (joining in songs together).  Let purification find a way, to live a brand new day, the ways of hope and songs of love, find roads that cross inside, the blue and red with pride, and we shall always find our waves.

For suns does find a wind to blow, when smoke finds clouds to blow away (freedom is eternal life).  And my heart will find you, when you seek what is truth, the loving aims of our lives.  Remember to bless it all, even friends and foes who fall, to return the shadows home again.  The lower, the higher ones, who call upon our friends, don't know of relatives with hearts, but you could teach them how.  You could be the fall (knowing prayer and humility, the rainbow halls).  The one who says, I'll show you the way.  Put fire in the light, purify all your plight, and we shall go for a new paradise.  Live happy every day, when you forgive all who did play, without the world, who did not know the way.  And we shall show the world, that we are heroes for sure, because we know of blessings that save the way.  It's a brand new day.  It's a brand new way, where Tao (walking towards home) is what is right.  The soul and the flesh, is riding to the nest, the place we call heaven on earth.  Now come and sit with me, by the fire that sets us free, to fill the days with joy again.  We'll dance and sing a tune, to be the song of hues (rainbow colors) and we shall fight for what is right, the law of love has come, to bring it home to the dawn, it's evolution calling, "We're going home".

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Blessings to the winds, my heart sings for you. Light your fire, say the flight, of nine directions "bless you", now we're done, it's been a day, getting done all we need do, but now that the blessings are in the wind, my dreams can all come true! 

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to you...

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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!

Song Sung for the Clouds in the Sky!

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Song Sung for the Clouds in the Sky!
 
Here we call upon the clouds, the magic of the butterflies.  We are part of you and I, the magical mystical carpet ride.  There beyond the call of blue, the sky that bellows oh so true.  I say, "My heart longs to be heard, let's go for a magical carpet ride, for sure." We the azure, know the spoken words only count if we are heard.  And if the calling doesn't quake, then how can you hear, for goodness sakes.

Reach for the heart, that's pure, the reflection of all that's azure and true.  The heart, that is mighty and the whims of all that's longing in the wind.  Take my hand, and we'll be sure, to bellow the heart of those who are heard.  The migration is coming home real soon, just hold on to those who go real boom (lifts you up into the sky). Lift your hands and seek for them, those who know of all the whims.  And if we are part of this mystery ride, then halo my heart, and bee real proud.

I know it's the sky, that longs to be heard.  That's where our hearts feel and hurt.  And when my tears, come down real fast, then a river is going to last and last.  It's the torrents, we do swim.  The many streams that blow in the wind. And if we look upon the hills, the slopes they tell us we endure.  And with the calling of the wind, we come home to the heart of mim (primly, quite, shy, demure or echoic of sound made with pursed lips, a calling for love, the star-heavenly of the sea-earthly, the sound of the stream).  There we worship all that's true, the sky, the heavens, that longs in you.

We are the many who come to greet, the heaven and earth, the place we meet.   There in the clouds, above below, we seek guidance to the great big show.  And if the clouds turn gray today, then we know heaven is on it's way, to purify our wiles, and sins away, with loving tears, that endure the days.  Yesterday and tomorrow bring, but today we know of the purification play, the rainbow that falters to the sky, to show us songs of lullabies.

Come till the stories we do claim, of past and future we do gain.  And what's more, we are eternal beings, that show us how to always swim.  And there we have it, inside our hearts, the shores of delight and shores we do part, but one thing in common is we both endure, to know the feelings of a great new shore.  The many rainbows, the many songs, that show us, lead us how to get along.  And when it's all done and ancestors speak, they tell us truly, how great we are.  The children of God know so much inside, if only they learn to fly the magical carpet ride.

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!

Razor Parrot Who Clings to the Vine, Telling Us, How Far We Need to Run for Blessings in the Sun!

Sacred Song Blessings for Razor Parrot Who Clings to the Vine, telling us, how far we need to run!

There in my homeland, where the sky is blue, my heart grows fonder of this view.  I have to say, it's the green grass home, where all the suns, come running home.  I hold my head up for all to sea, but they don't really look at me. I await the days, when they know my name, "I'm the Green Grass home and I'm here to stay". 

Take my hand and follow me, where my heart will heal you into divinity.  There we shall wander upon the shores.  There my heart will follow yours.  Jump up and down, find liberty, the heart of a child, will glow and glee.  There my sins will be washed away, because I forgave all my foes yesterday.

I am going to where the Green Grass grows, where the blossoms grow and know.  Come won't you join me and have some fun, because we are already on the run.  Come and sit with me by the fire, tell me stories, that keep us wild (alive).  I know it's going to be a great big ride, over the rolling hills we do hide. Sow set sails with me, and roll away, over the horizon and glow away.  We shall set sail to know where Kingdoms lie, the place we call Paradise. 

Ho ho ho (this is the sound, that follows the low and longest wave, the Red Road, the law of love), we are on the nose (bow of the ship), the leading and breeding the place that grows.  Ho ho ho, we do know, the heart of the sailor who grows and flows.  There we are going for a great big ride, sailing seas, for the hello goodbye, but we will be back to have some real good fun, the heart always lingers and wants to run.  Ho ho ho, there we go, my heart says pitter patter (reigns and cleanses), the rainbow glows (sails).  I know you are the place I want to bee, because my love is going to be the ever glee.

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 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!

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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).

Sacred Blessings in a Dream

It's the dream that takes us home, to the place, we do come from, when our hearts know it's time to go home. The days are long, and we endure, to find eternity in the clear, because we are the standing tree of life, that lives on, in a song. Come let's dream and sing out loud. Come on dance upon a cloud. Come and bee (the impossible dream we do live) the heart of all the sacred leaves, just you and me. And I know we are part of the plan, where paradise makes a stand, we are young at heart no matter what our age, we are from the sacred space. Let us bless all we do, to make it all come living truth, the road to happiness, does come inside our hearts, we bow to impart. A dream come true!

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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!