Mike ("who resembles God") the Dou(b)ting (to waver, like rolling hills in time, to seek answers) White (the four directions combined, the oneness that does shine) Rhino (the seeker into the passageway of the breath, the flesh walking upright with holiness upon the rolling hills, the crystalline stone river of time does care that, because we need the heart of mares- the female horse is the soul of awakening, the embrace of heaven, upon the rolling hills of time), for the biggest heart how they do rung (steps to evolution), the sound of freedom comes to town, when we look upon the rhino's sound (passageway of the flesh, united as one heart to address, the law of love every time)!
Joy to you White Buffalo Calf Woman, my Twin Deer Mother..
I ask for your blessings for my sacred songs,and the way of my four directions......
for I seek the heartfelt longing to proceed in my journey on the right path to my true nature.. ~namaste~ (the god within me recognizes the god within you)
Douting White Rhino Mike's Heart Song
Its spring along the shore, where all does grow and snare, the wisps of butterflies who do shine, the glistening every time. I have to say, it's time, to grow and come out of time, to blossom and grow and know everything, is but a prayer a way. Let's sing!
Now it's the bloom of everything, but we don't hear the wind. Now how do you come inside the bloom if you don't let us in? I want to know the will, the heart of all the snails (the evolution's spiraling, as slow as time can swing). And what does everything do, when we are part of this bloom? We have to fall down in the wake, to find the heart of goodness sake, and lift us up into the sky, to win our hearts for open pie, the oneness we do belong this day, because we are related wind.
And what does all this mean? I say, we must only sing. Let our heart out. Let the world in. And we could be part of everything. What must I do to win? I say, don't you get on within the sound? It's angels calling, don't you hear them, they come to be in the wind! It's you and me this day, but we need all to learn to pray, and if we did, then we could win, the heart of you and me. The will of man today, is lost apart and depraved, but if we look inside the soul, we could see the wave.
Let's listen to that sound, that unites us into the crowd. The singing and dancing, the sacred prancing, that brings our hearts to collide. And what must I do to know? I say, just be part of the show. Lift up your heart and say to God, my will is thine, let us know! I want to serve everyone, but they must want to be served. And I can say, the days are nay, because they forgot to say yay! What must they do to survive? I say, they need be part of the pie, the sweet honey, that goes sting, that smarts all those who do survive (suffer for true love, for others). The willing heart that does bring, is here to be the goodness of his name. For Great Spirit Father, he is willing and able to be the Greatness to bring. The law of love survives every time, because his love is abound, to overflow, to make us glow, when we pray to the wind, and we sing.
Say what, you what to survive? And then you need be part of the show. Bring your heart and your soul and flesh only knows, when you rise to the heights of the wind. Give and receive everyday. Don't forget to pray. And when you are down, the smoke will be around, to smudge you inside the wave. Just remember you are part of this time. The evolution's day. We are here to be, the same as you and me, when we work together and be slaves (servants to each other). And what could we do if we win? That would mean brotherhood reigns. And we are all a part of everything that has sound, the calling of freedom that rings.
It's heaven that is coming to town. Not what you think is a clown, but always knowing, the skills of discovering, is part of heaven's holy sound. What makes us go inside of the free? The longing to be in the wind. To fly in our hearts, to be part of the flesh, who knows that rolling hills are about time. And when my heart is freedom, I will sing to the top of my lungs. I have but one whish to bring, the sound of everything, to know the orchestra is tuned to survive. I say, that God willing to be here, to travel over rolling hills, the sound of the Trumpet (heart song), the call of the Rhino (holy flesh), the willing of Gospel (teaching us love) in time.
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