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!"

Image left we honor artist Mary Selfridge. Image right we honor the Unknown Artist

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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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Thursday, September 9, 2010

Esta Shares The Dance of the Fair, a Festival of Love, We Need Realize and Bee (Dream) There!

Myrtle Tree Blossom
Come my darling dance with me. I want you to know liberty.  Don't you hear the bells in me, ringing loud for all to sea. Grow like a child today. Look out over the thunderous waves.  We are living in a miracle, dancing like we should.  There we grow, inside the hood (sky's embrace).

Give me song and liberty.  I will know the dance in me. But my heart finds you there standing still, and I want you to know, I feel. Gift a heart that is real.  When you grow up, to know the song, living, loving, getting along.  We shall find a happy family, where we don't have too much to bleed. We are going home to sea.

Can you fight for freedom today? I want you to look this way. And inside my heart so true.  I want you to know the clues.  Come and join me under the sun.  I know miracles can't be undone. Instead, let's look real deep in the glow, where all does melt, good as snow, b ringing miracles to grow.

There we dew, along the shore, wondering if we don't want more. It's a world, where love is gone. How do we learn how to get along? I think it's time, for magic to shine. I think God is here, looking to receive all fears.  It's a growing heart within, if we don't know, what is sin (seeking the right path). Bring in blessings, you will know, th e gifts God brings.

Along the path, where miracles grow.  I feel your heart and all you know.  But inside my heart, we do flow.  Watching miracles grow.  Dancing in the winds, of time, we know, looking forwards to the everlasting glow. I will hold you until the ends of time, because you are here, to make us blind (alightfromwithin shines, having faith believing in God).

When along the path we sin (shame and blame are the past game, now we forgive, to find miracles this day), don't think we are going to begin (with sin). But instead do better each day, making choices where love leads the way. We are looking out into the world. We are hoping to always fill the void.  And it's a world, where love leads the day, always hoping for a better way. 


Then it shows, the sunlight today.  Then we know, we do have to pray.  Because the world needs us sow much, to plant fields of rainbows, that always touch.  Gift your heart and bloom for always.  I will sea you on the shore, to know, the living waves.  You are my heart today.

We are making a shore, that's good to view, even though we have been so far away from you.  And my heart will always blossom forth, if we realize, that God leads the course.  Having faith is not easy in this sin.  But we cannot lean on what we do begin. Instead my relatives, come join my hands today, leaning on forgiveness that rules all the waves. There in the shadows, dreams do come true.  Because my heart leans on loving you.  And it's magic, where blossoms everywhere, go inside of harmony, teaching us to stare, right into your heart, if I dare.


Holiness David drums. This is a beautiful song. Magic and daring, to know rainbows lead the waves!  Sacred Song Blessings Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman for the heart of Esta, a form of Ester ("myrtle leaf, also star") . Her Rainbow Colors in sacred four directions are Rainbow, Green, Violet, Gray.  Look up these colors and reference in search box on this page http://crystal-indigo-children.blogspot.com If you have further questions, email whitebuffalocalfwoman@gmail.com.

Esta's song is representative of unshakable faith, the the many splendid colors, of the rainbow clan.  WE get this faith from heaven, the darkness of night, where we often sleep at night.  It's the Great Spirit Mother, who is referred to as the Mother of God (often called the Mother of Christ, because Christ is a Crystal person and the Cosmic Mother is the Rainbow person, however she is the grand-daughter to Great Spirit Mother in Heaven), who heals all things with her embrace.


Shining leaves represent the reflection of light, representing stars of heaven, where fragrant blossoms fill the night sky. In the gardens of paradise, where all things fill the senses, we are able to move between the realms of the heart and the breath.  These are the perfumes, that carry our souls. We feel embraced by the Goddess of pure love. Where we are safe, a sanctuary that allows us to dance and sing, with great joy.


In each of us, we are relatives, in the world of rainbow colors. And here we serve each other, bowing to the Kingsmen or kinsmen. These are the beloved children of God, who follow the course of true love.  We are crowned with many rainbow colors, that provides us with the holy tree of life.  This is the buffalo home or holy temple (four sacred directions in the tools of rainbow colors). This home provides us with a place for our sacred soul, to reside, as well as sustenance of "God" to fill us up, with bountiful love. At the horizon, we travel to and fro between realms of light and dark.  And at times of sunrise and sunset, we are afforded the gift of splendid divine radiance of many colors. We are awe struck. Watching, waiting for the light to fill our body, with greatness.  We realize, that this is when we can look directly at the sun lights beams, to drench us with worship of nature and all it's glory at it's fullest.


Through the seasons, the Star travels in the sky over the years, to burst into many auspicious things. We feel magic in the air, as the many colors gift us, seeds for tomorrows journey.  This is the beauty of our lives, blooming, reaching for light, dropping our leaves and seeds, preparing for a new year to dawn forth. This is the height of divinity, the sacred voice within, teaches us, the need to have divine plantings, that radiate again and again, when true love is known. Seeds give us children. Seeds plant faith.  Seeds gift us shade, in another tree of life. In the density of our lives, we twist and create shelter for those, who are in need, animals, plants and rocks.  For it can be stormy in the world, where the winds hit our faces and we don't want to feel, the flowing curbs of the shores.


We feel sanctuary, when we are with others, who share our wisdom of eternal faith in God, the Oneness, we are relative to, referred to the Rainbow Clan.  All things are belonging to God,therefore all we see and don't sea, must come from God's world, of unity and divine substance. Even when we die (from the physical world), we are provided with those, who come to show us the path into heavenly realms.  We are never alone. We are always with God. We are forever in the valley of forests, where even ghosts fly free, to join us, to share the wonders of this world.  We perch our lives, on the branches (reaching for the sky and the sunlight of God's radiance) and roost (four sacred directions) to find comfort in this knowing, we are never alone. What binds us all together, is the magic of this tree of life (holy temple or buffalo home), where the winds (feelings of heaven and earth) of time flows through us. 


The Myrtle Trees, Stars of the Garden, provide a resting place to slumber, with it's over hanging beauty and radiance, smells so sweet.  From season to season, over the journey of our lives (rainbow bridge). It's density and interconnection provides relief from the winds and offers us rest in perilous times. And like a forest that lives through a fire, offers protection for the little creatures beneath the purification process for a renewal of life again. 


The Pacific Wax Myrtle has a whitish coating over the berries or seed pods (nutlet), protecting the fragrance emitted "aromatic resin", just like us.  These edible nutlets are purple (blue/black), which stand for the uprightness of a "Mountain".  The color violet represents the "voice of god" and "strength of the army of god". The dust of life covers our skin, protecting with God's mighty force. We know innately, that fragrance emits a transmission and communication, to hail us "welcome in".  Smell is the bridge to the other realm, our heaven.  We move between realms, when we use our hearts (soul) and initiate  crossing over to the feelings within, our souls. Heaven coming home to Earth, our intelligence (flesh), move in oscillation patterns, moving "back and forth" or "to and fro". These are the Songs of Angels. 


Myrtle trees grow just about everywhere in the world these days, offering us repose, to another glorious day.  Yet in the Arabic word "myrtos" (myrtle) which means bitter, often portrays our lives at times.  

We have gust in our lives, sadness and gloom, with feelings that all just loom, together, we are here to groom, the heart of the soul, which is in bloom.  

Joy let us bee one heart soon! This sums up the totality of the Great Este(r).  The heart of the people, the blossoming of the soul, where we are the revolutions, we plunder, to the simple smile of the child, to the birds lullaby, reminding us all, we must say goodbye, but with a heart full of love, we feel, we could journey and fly home another day.  It's time for us to reach for the sky, leaning on faith, leaning on love. These are the fragrant treasures of our lives. 

Returning once more, to where the green grass grows, beneath the Mrytle Star (Esta) it knows, how to contemplate all life, feel supported and gifted another try.  It's time for goodness to fill the air, when all does learn to stop and take a share, let us dare.

Giving to those who are in need, God will not forsake them, open rivers wild and free, gifting all that comes near to sea (vision with a heart).  Pools of reflection, will it find me?  Turning empty into a sea?  Can my heart fill with your love? I will consider, room to grow up....straight and tall like a tree, upright to believe, to have faith in my fellow relative.  I offer all inside of me, forgiveness, validation for free. I will embrace your heart, so you can be free. 


With the Red Road, shall be, I know that I will suffer for thee.  And I hope too, you will suffer for me. Then we can exchange our hearts and be friends (helpers to each other) and relatives, will be known in our hearts.  Where empty is full with your love.  It's the blue of the true, the heart inside me and you, is where we proclaim, it's God's heart (you).  And there we provide, a resting place to offer life, to each other, who come looking for love, that would be us.  When we learn to bring life, the sweetness in twice, heaven and earth, will kiss and smile.  And in the northern cellar, the sun does bellow, to rise up, to shine another glorious day again.

During Sukkot, a Jewish celebration, for four winds (40), the direction of wandering and freedom, the Hadass or the boughs from the Mrytle tree (relatives on the tree of life) are used to create temporary shelter for the night, to glean and gather some stones, the last remnants gazing at the stars. The North gate looks out to the fruitful land of Ephraim, which means doubly fruitful (Jew and Gentile, Earthly and Heavenly, Soul and Flesh, in other words, united with the Blue, the road to heaven, relatives to me and you, all leaves on the Oneness Tree of Life).  This Sun's view point represent the North-Eastern perspective of the Oneness, where the light is at it's fullest, the Sun does shine, without, or upon light of Earth (reflection and shadow).  This place, begins to rise, like a star in heaven, to twinkle in the night sky.  Here in the darkness, Heaven emerges within. We call this the Bear that Shines, the united four directions (whitey).

And while on route, our journey of life (deer), we build a home for a night, to look into to the sky, our heavens. This journey is celebrated, in our hearts, each year in commemoration, to honor memory of the yearly pilgrimage, to become the wind.  This journey offers us unity with heaven. We join not only in spirit, but in flesh.  Here the blue road (soul, dark), has crossed the red road (flesh, light), where dreams come true (yellow), to shine like a star in heaven (white).  Our return and journey home (temporary shelter), reminds us, how grateful we are, to experience the "Greatness of our Lives". And as the sun rises, morning prayers lift us up, to shine again, until we return to our heaven once more! Traveling the circle of the eternal winds, do blow...

The Antiochian Orthodox Christian people, sing songs of faith to the Mother of God, crying out for protection and honoring salvation to those, who remember the Great Spirit of Mother, leader of Heaven (often confused with Rainbow Mother). For fragrant resins (fragrance from the myrtle and myrrh tree, considered holy anointing oils) is considered divine flowing forth of eternal heaven. Often in dreams and visions, one comes to the realization of the heavenly mother, whom we call the Rainbow Mother. She represents the Rainbow Clan, the many children of God's kingdom. And often the Mother images used in divine iconography, is for the purpose and recognition for her beauty, like that of the Myrtle Tree, Esta(r), "the star of the garden".

What most beings, misunderstand, is the different roles, Rainbow Cosmic Mother, Grandmother and Great Spirit Mother have.  Each play a part of the miracle of heaven.  Rainbow Mother reverberates the many rainbow colors, gives birth to the soul child, the crystal or perfect physical form (this happens over many lifetimes, you could say, she is always pregnant, and this is why we must take good care of her, the rainbow person).  Grandmother is the space of darkness that all light exists (dreams), we simply call it Grandmother Space, the embrace of molecular form (weaving our destiny).  And Great Spirit Mother, who is the leader of heaven, by following us, regardless of our needs. Always protecting, never does she say no.  She listens and gifts warriors (spiritual agents) to protect you in the spiritual world.  However if we do not keep these dark warriors cleansed, like little children, they were, when departing Great Spirit Mother, they soon become corrupt like the world of impure lights of earth.  This is why it's imperative to bless daily and hourly to cleanse our eternal soul and spiritual relatives, who protect us, in times, when we cannot protect ourselves.

In the Greek story, the Goddess Artemis, became a hare (rabbit) and seek protection under the Myrtle tree, because "Instead of harm, I shall greet the fragrance of the blossoming myrtle tree (Rainbow Mother), who shall lift me over the rainbow bridge to heaven".  Here the rabbit (hare/hair) is the communicator of the kingdom of God.  When other rely on facts, the rabbit relies on the heart of the situation, uniting opposition, with clever and witty reverberation, bringing heaven home to the earthly roam.  This too is the recognition of the Rainbow Mother, in her representation of what a Mother must learn to do to keep her family happy, to join the soul and heart, with the flesh and wild of desires.  Harmony walks the fine line of the to and fro, greeting and departing, with open hearts and returning home with joy, even after brutal failure. Mothers tend to have open arms, just because you came home.  This embrace, is what true love as it embarks the adventure of our lives. This ancient tradition, will continue and haunt you, because as  you know Mother has eyes in the back of her head. You can't get away, from all she knows. It's best to use love, on the rest of the Rainbow Clan and during your journey and divine roaming, to new shores, to share tears and stories to again, in time.  We rush to blind (alightfromwithin), the heart that shines! And within this darkness of heaven, we remember the crystalline stone river, where all our souls fly like the wind, in our dreams. Now we learn to fly, with our eyes open and our dreams, come alive. Heaven welcome Home!


Various other information around the world, that speak of the Myrtle Tree, the Star of the Garden!



MYRTLE: 



Greek : Myrsinê, myrrinê, myrtos 


Species : Myrtus communis 


Description : A small evergreen tree or shrub with aromatic, spicy-tasting leaves. It blooms with sweet-scented, white or various rainbow colored flowers in spring and summer, and produces edible blue-black berries. 


Sacred to : Aphrodite (brides wore myrtle-garlands and bathed in myrtle-scented water on their wedding day)




Crape Myrtle, by Betty Barr Mackey
Crape myrtle is a flowering tree with multiple large, showy flower panicles in electric colors that sizzle across the branches-pink, purple, red-violet, and white. Crape myrtle is a broad-crowned deciduous tree that is variable in size, averaging about 20 to 25 feet, but potentially taller. Dwarf forms are also available.

Often multistemmed, it has smooth, sculptured gray bark that gently exfoliates, showing multishaded underbark. Dappled shade allows for the growth of complementary ground covers beneath its leaf canopy. The petals are crinkled, like crepe paper, and appear recurrently July through September.

The Centennial Spirit Crepe Myrtle Tree [Lagerstroemia indica "Centennial Spirit"] grows from 10-20' at maturity with full sunlight. This variety has abundant red both in the summer when blooms appear as well as in the fall when leaves turn reddish-green, with double seasonal blossoming!


Crape myrtle tree is a flowering tree. This deciduous tree is a nice specimen plant. The crape myrtle is a flowering tree with a broad crown.

How to grow: Transplant container-grown or balled-and-burlapped plants into slightly acidic, well-drained soil. The crape myrtle will not flower well in the shade, where it is subject to powdery mildew. It can get tip blight if planted too far north. Encourage recurrent blooms by tip pruning spent flowers.

Uses: Used as a tree or shrub, crape myrtle is a good choice as a specimen plant, for borders, or to plant near a corner of the house.

  * Shade Trees. Towering overhead, shade trees can complement even the biggest house, and define the amount of sunlight that reaches your yard.
    * Fast-Growing Trees. To make an immediate impact on your landscape, turn to these rapidly-soaring trees, which will reach for the sky right away.
    * Specimen Trees. These trees stand out for their beauty, height, and shade. They're the star of any garden. http://home.howstuffworks.com/define-crape-myrtle.htm


Myrtle [Scientific name: Lagerstroemia indica], is an attractive evergreen shrub or small tree. It grows wild in regions along the Mediterranean Sea and temperate regions of Asia. Some people in the United States cultivate it as an ornamental plant. The myrtle has shiny leaves and fragrant white flowers. The leaves, bark, and blue black berries are also fragrant Manufacturers use them in making perfume. The bark is used in tanning industries of southern Europe. Ancient Greeks thought myrtle was sacred to the goddess of love. Aphrodite. They used it in festivals. (The common periwinkle is often called running myrtle. It has creeping stems and attractive blue flowers.)

Scientific classification. Common myrtles belong to the myrtle family, Myrtaceae. Their scientific name is Myrtus communis. The common periwinkle is in the dogbane family, Apocy-naceae. It is Vinca minor.


Pacific Wax Myrtle trees provide habitat, food and beauty to coastal California regions throughout the seasons and over years. Evergreen myrtle trees bloom in March or April and then burst out with brownish purplish berries in September. The dense foliage and twisting branches provide animals with a windbreak in cooler, stormy winter months. Even in death, the wood remains in valley forests as ghost trees that birds use for perching and roosting.

A myrtle tree growing in the native plant garden of the Morro Bay Natural History Museum, Morro Bay, California, 8/2009

The waxy name of the tree refers to a whitish coating that covers the berries or nutlets. Underneath the wax, the berries are a hidden purple. Early American colonists on the East Coast collected the wax of a similar myrtle, the bayberry, to make fragrant candles.

Myrtle Symbolism

Myrtle trees grow in the Middle East, Egypt and around the Mediterranean, so the word "myrtle" has an old origin from Greek, myrtos, a bitter, aromatic resin, and the Arabic word for bitter. The word myrtle is closely related to myrrh, one of the fragrant gifts the Magi gave to Jesus, even though the myrtle tree and the tree that produces myrrh are in two different scientific families.

Myrtle trees (Myrtus communis) offer us spiritual wealth, Heb HaDaS (Neh.8.15, Is.41.19, 55.13, Zech.1.8,10,11)

The afflicted and needy need water, but have none. God will not forsake them, and open rivers and springs, wilderness a pool of water, and dry land, fountains of water. Trees in the wilderness and deserts, consider and gain insight as well. God has done this creation.

Free offer of mercy.  Instead of the nettle (pain and suffering), the myrtle (star of the garden, blossoms and shade) will come up. In the Neh.8.15 proclamation, saying go out to the hills, myrtle branches to make booths, as it is written, each on the roof and courts of the house of God, and the square and Water gate, and the gate of Ephraim ("double fruitfulness.", heaven and earth) (north gate to Jerusalem, looking towards Ephraim in the wilderness. This was a town to which our Lord retired with his disciples after he had raised Lazarus, and when the priests were conspiring against him (John 11:54). It lay in the wild, uncultivated hill-country to the northeast of Jerusalem, between the central towns and the Jordan valley. ). The law, suns of isreal, will live in booths during the feast of the seventh month.

Meanwhile, throughout the Jewish world, Jews selected and obtained their Four Species for Sukkot

    * Lulav – a closed frond from a date palm tree.
    * Hadass – boughs with leaves from the myrtle tree.
    * Aravah – branches with leaves from the willow tree.
    * Etrog – a citron fruit.

Sukkot commemorates the Israelites' forty years of wandering in the desert after being freed from slavery in Egypt. As part of the holiday observation, a decorated temporary hut (sukkah) is erected under the open sky outside Jewish households. The Four Species are used during the morning prayers. http://www.sherrysknowledgequest.com/myrtle.htm

Apolytikion in the Fourth Tone
O people now let us clap our hands in faith and sing songs to the Mother of God crying out with fervor, Hail the protection of all those in danger, Hail the salvation of those who honor you with longing, Hail you who granted healing to the paralytic.

Ρᾶνον θείοις μύροις τόν σόν λαόν, ἡ ἐν μυρτιδίοις ἀνατείλασα θαυμαστῶς, ἁγίᾳ Εἰκόνι, θαυματουργῷ καί θείᾳ, καί δίδου τήν σήν χάριν, Μυρτιδιώτισσα.

Megalynarion
Sprinkle your people with divine myrrh, who in the myrtles shown forth wondrously, a holy Icon divine, and grant your grace, Myrtidiotissa.


Even the Bible refers to myrtle trees as in Isaiah 55:13, "instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle tree," a shrub well-loved for its fragrance. In the ancient Greek city of Sida, residents treasured a myrtle tree where the goddess Artemis, disguised as a hare, was said to take refuge.

The myrtle tree, then, manages to symbolize aspects of Easter, Christmas and Halloween. The hare story fits with Easter. The Christmas association with myrrh makes me think of the tree as a symbol for the last part of the year. Then thinking of the old trees haunting California forests as ghosts conjures up a Halloween image.

Lemon Myrtle:
Of all the useful native Australian plants, the magnificent rain forest lemon myrtle tree is my culinary favorite. These attractive trees grow to around 26 feet (8 m) tall and may even reach 60 feet (20 m) in tropical conditions. The growth is bushy with low branches covered in dark green, oval, tapering leaves that look like bay leaves. In autumn, small white flowers bloom in thick, soft clusters making this an excellent tree to grow for its appearance as well as its usefulness. Both the flowers and fruits may be eaten, as well as the leaves.


The aroma of lemon myrtle is similar to a blend of lemon verbena, lemongrass and kaffir lime with a haunting eucalyptus background, something that is particularly noticeable after rain. The flavor is distinctly lemony and tangy, with distinct lime zest notes and a pleasantly lingering, slightly numbing camphor aftertaste. Lemon myrtle s citral content (the component that gives it a lemon flavor) is around 90 percent, compared with around 80 percent in lemongrass and only 6 percent in lemons. Powdered lemon myrtle leaf is coarse, pale green and when fresh releases all of these aroma and taste attributes.

Source: The Spice and Herb Bible, Origin and History:
Although there are no records to establish the exact antiquity of native Australian herbs and spices, these hardy yet frost-sensitive trees have been growing wild in the coastal areas of New South Wales, Victoria and South Australia for many thousands of years. When these were identified and classified, the botanical name Backhousia was given to this species after a Yorkshire nurseryman, James Backhouse. Lemon myrtle trees are now grown in South Africa, the southern United States and southern Europe, and in more recent times, propagation with a view to extracting the essential oil has taken place in China, Indonesia and Thailand. The most active undertakings in the 20th century, dedicated to the

development of a culinary and essential oil industry revolving around lemon myrtle, were thankfully in this plants native Australia.

Clove, Pronounce it: klo-ve

The dry, unopened flower bud of the tropical myrtle tree family used to flavour a wide variety of sweet and savoury dishes. Cloves can be used whole or ground to impart a strong sweet but spicy and peppery flavour so should be used in moderation to avoid over seasoning.


And finally, we have insects who live at the base of the Myrtle tree, protecting and cleansing the bark of the tree.  These are called bark-louse, of any of several insects living on the bark of plants. Bark louse psocid  is a small winged insect living on the bark and leaves of trees and feeding on e.g. fungi and decaying plant matter, thus in constant cleansing of the world of beauty, belief, rest, food and rainbow colors, these creatures ensure the continuation of our treasures, the Myrtle Trees.




The Grace of God is here to see, how great all of us can bee (give us wings to fly, magic hearts, share all, with thy)! Each part of thee, belongs to me.  I am a sounding board, of what there is much more.  I fill my cup with loving drink, to know that God is here.  And if my heart, does sing in song, and dance, heals me along, I know, I am found.  Release my soul, all divine in me, the trusted to do my part.  I gift my heart, and learn to part, with what doesn't belong to me, because it's will finally be free, to remember to come home to me, the God that fills me up, the winds, the sound of Angels sing!


Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
 

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!


Let the myrtle tree share, all the happiness out there, bringing tears to rest in resting contemplation.  And when we are down, the Myrtle tree will shine, as Rainbow Mother Esta does shine.  Star, star on the hill, can you find it in your heart to be still. I look at your light, the greatness inside the night, my soul does reach for your love. 

Friday, May 21, 2010

Your Children Have Said, "I Want Shelter, Food and a Bed"

God who am I? I want to know why?  How do I exist?  Where is my heart that persists? God are you up there?  Aren't there stairs for me to get there?  I'd like to see the golden land, I hear it's a promise land.  God are you standing there?  I look into your heart without fear.  God do you know I am here?  God does a man do without his fear (shift, walking fearless instead with faith)?

Now I stand with you!  Knowing fullness is a view.  But I don't know it exists (believe).  Tell me when do I get my wish? Feed all the children today.  Help me to remember to pray. Get my bills paid on time (duties), so I can find the time (to play)!  Peace beget my heart.  Leak into me and be a part.  God do you understand, I am asking like a man?

Fill my heart and soul.  Let me give and hold.  Fill my body too.  Give me pleasure true.  Let my wife know she is loved.  Let my children from above, I rescue thee.  I fill the tree (of life).  God do you hear my call?  I live in the streets, in the halls, where the winds blow across my face.  Give me love with solemn grace. 

God fill my pocket today, so I may learn to pray.  Thank God for what I have and all I share from this Earth above.  God loves me yesterday.  I know I sing and I pray.  God loves me tomorrow day and in the night I do pray.  God loves me as I am, and even understands.  God gives me strength to call.  God I need you in the mighty halls.  

God I pray for you.  The homeless and abused.  God give me strength to bee, the sound that offers liberty.  God feed all our relatives.  Let's give them all they need.  God help us share everything.  It's God that makes us kin.  I pray to God, the heart that falls down from heaven to stand tall.  

For the children give them hope.  Remember to share their dreams.  Teach them everything that stems from love.  Not happy today, remember to pray.  Solve all you need when you believe. God give it to me, help me share all my dreams. I want all to have shelter, food and a bed.  Your children have said.

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman and Sacred Drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star.
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!

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Grandmother Magic of Time Teaches and Grandfather Melvin Preaches, White Buffalo Calf Woman Has Come Home!

Carry me onwards, to a place I call my home, where dreams begin to entwine (to bring together by weaving a web (spider), the blanket that keeps us warm, the sacred embrace), unwind (to unravel the mysteries of life, as you lead us towards our destiny), the place of magic, the place of tears, that make all the people so blind, yes they are, to the revealing of the space we call time.  Come tarry in the gardens the place we know, where flowers blossom in the snow.  Gather the honey (bees, remember the impossible flight, to know our dreams) on honey suckle (Vining bush that smells so good, the fragrance of gardens, the bridge-way between realms, knowing joy.  Also the vine is one that moves in waves, binding itself with others around it.  This is a sacred embrace, with leaves, the relatives.  It is interesting that the honey suckle is both a vine, bush and tree.  The honey suckle has aggressive growth and ability to abundantly reseed itself in neighboring areas via bird consumption and subsequent dispersal. The honey suckle has a rapid growth rate, tolerance of sun or shade, and ability to withstand heat, drought, and severe winter cold. A wonderful resource added at the end.) trees (tree of life, where four sacred directions create a garden for all things to grow), the place, where sweetness does grow.

She is the nectar, we so much like to hear, the song of Angels who run pure.  I have a golden apple (dream that shines), where the honey blossoms feel (blossoms are those of us who unfold, to be like a blossom, is to be enriched with our souls, the dance of life with the heart), the sweetness of all that is heard (Grandmothers are the greatest story tellers, guiding us to and fro, which way, only Grandmother knows).  Yes indeed, where the honey blossoms (children of God) come to be heard (Grandmother, Grandmother, I was hurt today, and she takes all the pain away!).  There is a growing inside my heart, and I must leap and go to bounds, like the rushing river (the flow of the Oneness), that cannot be contained, I am the sacred ground, that relies on, it's me, the sacred place, we dream to sea (vision of the heart, our relatives true, the leaves).

Come and visit where dreams come true.  Come and sea the river free.  Come and bless the earth, the song of our girth, and know that we are going home real soon.  We are going home to you and me.  come take me by the hand and long to understand, that we are going to a place we only dreamed.  And you will sea the day, the truth that led the way, the place we find glory every day, every way!  The song catches my soul, and I can hear the rushing souls, where dreams come to folly and we are like the holly (prickling points of lights that curve with delight, and law of love, that's red, the path known of the heart), where we can be hear and fall down on our knees (to pray for relief).

We pray and wish away, but we need only save the day, and embrace what life gifts to us, the sacred must.  We hope and we dream, for heaven only seas, the heart, that needs to learn, the sacred path, the heart needs at last.  For love's the only game, we choose to hear our fame, but we don't really know which way to go, it's part of the flow.  And when we choose a way, that makes our hearts say hooray, then we choose the loving actions that don't make us part, even get us smart
(sting). 

And when we look inside, we trust the sacred hides
(skin, that feels everything, the sacred embrace), the place God gifts to you and me, the sacred tree (tree of life, uniting all realms, the four sacred directions).  And if we look out there, and nothing is so bare, as all our love we hide in all we do, so sad and blue (tears that gift us life).  Then choose another way, bow down to sacred hay (golden field of hay, where the seeds have blossomed and abundance shows the way, the time of brotherhood everywhere), the place we journey to and fro, the sacred cho (Cho is a Korean boy name. Male is the "light" or the "rainbow colors of the four directions, our tools of light" or our bodies of flesh, even heavenly beings have bodies.  The meaning of the name is `Beautiful`, like a sunrise or sunset. Korean is a language of the heart, each sound is made up of nature.  It is a language of the soul.  This has recently been known to me through the Spirit World, the immigration of the Koreans to Native America to be the Twin Child, the Native Americans, our Lakota Heart.  It is the Native Americans who speak the ancient language of the heavens, of the rolling hills, the sing song of the soul, like this song, the sacred song blessings from your heart. In Japanese (where they keep beautiful gardens), the word means Butterfly, which represents the breath, the impossible flight of our souls, with our breath, the vehicle of our flesh, often referred to as the "kundalini awakening of the crystalline vehicle or the merkaba" which offers the unfolding of the soul, like a flower in blossom.  The vehicle of Shiva is the white bull called Nandi (the joyful) or the unfolding.  The Native Americans call the White Buffalo, the sacred four directions.  The vehicle of joy!  You know, we were asked, by the Great Oneness to

call ourselves, A light from within and I added the word Joy, the vehicle to this "light from within"; to "a joy light from within.org".  However we use both names.  The smoke in the pipe represents the four sacred directions of the buffalo, the winds and clouds, that offer us life, our vehicle, Mother Earth.  This is why the sacred pipe offers us life, and connects us to our souls, to the bonding of our flesh, the unification of both worlds, like the butterfly who flies to and fro between realms, this is our breath.  And it is the Natives who speak the ancient languages of the soul, the heavens knowing, the song of the going, to the place of the to and fro, the heart of the blue, between you and me, the blessed breeze. Our souls know so much, we need start trusting this song, that lies within, the light from within, as God tells us.), I know the glory is, the place we call that is, his (many lights-colors of our flesh), but she (many darks-colors of our soul) is coming home really soon, the place of moons (reflection and truth, our heaven).  It's heaven inside of us, the heart, that longs like dust (cosmic dust, the low red waves that communicate over long distances, like radio waves, elephants and whale songs) and we are going home to show the way, of sacred play.

Come and know the way, the place we call it hay
(golden field of hay, where the seeds have blossomed and abundance shows the way, the time of brotherhood everywhere), the sacred hollow tube of me and you, the sacred blue, the sky so true!

Sacred Song Blessings from the heart of Grandmother Magic of Time.  Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, elder crystal person, wakan iyes(h)ka or holy interpreter of the book of life, each soul of all that blows, the winds of time, bring us this rhyme, because the song, knows more than our flesh, we trust this sacred nest (twigs that entwine, the branches of time, the relatives who are mine).

Letter for Grandfather Robert below, please forward to him when you can, and thank you Grandmother Magic of Time, for your love and wisdom.  You have taught us a lot.




White Buffalo Calf Woman singing to Grandfather Robert (vision of you prostrate on the ground, seeking guidance with a gulp)

Letter to Grandfather Robert [Melvin "smooth brow", one who protects vision of the heart, our harmonics, the wave. The voice of angels sang to me, the little drops (of tears) made me pure.  Here beneath the seas, the shame is wiped away and I am free! (Irish, Gaelic) "polished chief", one who knows how to wait for the best for the clan; (Old English) "sword friend", one who severs injustice, and brings truth.]

It's the will of God that makes me pray.  I know my heart is here to stay.  Stand up and be the light that shines.  Do not act so blind.

You sea (vision with a heart) I wander upon these hills and I find you there prostrate and still.  What makes you get down and face the ground, when I need you to stand and frown (tears, suffering for those we love, the law of love, the red road).


Give them stories that fill the air.  Tell the world that I am here and when you're done bee (impossible flight, the dream) proud like a tree, looking up at me.  Know your feet touch the earth and your eyes look at the sky and your arms they hold all around saying it's the time, "let's be proud".

There is wisdom in your heart, let it leap, bound and let it out.  Speak it's time, now shout.  Tell the tales, the Tiger does proclaim (this year 2010).  That the air is full of fame and those who show respect will live the days, being sacred in all that bleeds
(the law of love, the red road, the fire that purifies).

We are humans, with buffalo heads (four sacred directions, with sacred cloak, the blanket that weaves us all together) and we the Rainbow Colors speak volumes unsaid.  Teach the world to let it out, proclaim it's time, "put away shame".  Now the heart is truly divine, knowing wisdom untold it's kind and we need only allow the song to sing being sacred, like a heart beat.  Take your drums and sing it blue (true royal you, relatives, the heartbeat of me and you, the oceans and skies of blue, the winds that blow, to know, the waters that offer the glow), the heart of oceans between me and you.  It's the calling of distant shores, brotherhood I've come home that's our shore.

Heaven and Earth proclaim the "Dawn".  We are now soul and flesh, the place where wisdom moves sacred true, blessing all we do.

Now I see you standing there, wondering how I move the air, breath my brother, my father sun, be the Grandfather the light that won. I say claim your voice, care enough and make a choice.  It's the calling, you made this voice, that is humble, the star that bends.

Look at your star, so bright it blinds, make them sea the heart of choice.  Yes I'm here, but not alone, a born relative who's humble of course.  Be a servant in all you do.  Teach the world they can be too.  I know your branches, they bow with the winds, proclaim, it's true.  I've heard the "TRUTH".  Don't rely on only one voice, listen to the heartbeat of a choice, inside there is wisdom waiting to speak, CARE my Grandfather TEACH!

Care my Grandfather teach...I love you, I know you love me too.  It's time, it's true, only three short years, only a leap of faith will do.  I'm not alone, it's you and me and you'll sea our relatives will join in the breeze.  We have hope, many are coming home, every day I look and pray, make the hoop and holler this day, for the green grass, "I'm on my way".

From White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother

your devoted servant, wakan iyeshka or holy interpreter
I remind you of the Nine Sacred Directions, during the daily fire blessings and teaching of the pipe:
Up1 and down2 and all around3, north4 south5 east6 and west7, bring us to the very best.  the heart beat8 (flowing) and the breath9 (flight), show us the rolling hills, the nest.  offer the sacred fire of smoke, to bring the heart, the light of hope.
 


Turraea obtusifolia, Hochst. (honeysuckle tree teaches thee)

Family : Meliaceae (mahogany family)
Common names : small honeysuckle tree, lesser honeysuckle tree, (Eng.); kleinkamperfoelieboom (Afr.); amazulu, ikhambi-lomsinga [roots], ikunzi [roots], ikunzi ebomvana, inkunzi, umhlatholana, umhlatolana, uswazi [leaves and stems] (Zulu)
Masses of flowers in summer
Turraea obtusifolia is an ornamental shrub with glossy dark green foliage, masses of showy white flowers in summer and decorative orange-red fruits in late summer to winter.

Description
A semi-evergreen shrub or small tree, 1-3 x 1 m. In open sunny places it is a bushy shrub but in shade or semi-shade it becomes more of a scrambler or small tree. The leaves are a dark glossy green, clustered on short side shoots, variable in size and shape on a single plant, from narrowly oblanceolate (lance-shaped with the widest part above the middle) to obovate (egg-shaped with the widest part above the middle) and sometimes with two lobes towards the tip.
Variable leaves
The flowers are large ( ± 35 mm in diameter), showy, pure white and produced abundantly in small clusters amongst the leaves during mid- to late summer (Jan.-Feb.). Each flower has 5 free petals, and 10 stamens fused to form a narrow cylindrical tube (35 mm long) ending in 20 irregularly lobed, long and narrow appendages and a short frill that carries the anthers. The style is longer than the staminal tube and ends in a top-shaped or cylindrical pollen presenter. Only the tip of the style is receptive to pollen.
Style
The flowers are completely unscented during the day, slightly fragrant at night, and are pollinated by moths. Before a flower opens, it deposits its pollen on the sides of the pollen presenter. The flowers remain open for more than one night and the pollen is transferred to other flowers by visiting moths Because only the very tip of the style is receptive to pollen, self-pollination is avoided.

The fruit is a segmented green capsule, ± 6 x 13 mm, like a miniature pumpkin, splitting and peeling back to reveal shiny orange-red, kidney-shaped seeds (Feb.-June). In other turraeas, such as T. floribunda, the seeds have bright orange arils that attract birds who eat and disperse the seeds. The orange-red part in Turraea obtusifolia is not an aril but the seed coat. There is an aril but it is white, very small and completely hidden. All parts of this plant are poisonous.
Developing fruits
Conservation status
Turraea obtusifolia is not listed on the Red List of South African plants 2006-08-07.


Distribution and habitat
Turraea obtusifolia is found in coastal forest, bushveld, coastal dunes and rocky outcrops on the east coast in the Eastern Cape, KwaZulu-Natal and Mozambique and in Mpumalanga, Gauteng, Limpopo, North-West, Swaziland, Botswana and Zimbabwe.

Derivation of name and historical aspects
The genus Turraea is named after Georgio della Turre, professor of botany and director of the Botanic Garden at Padua from 1649-1683, who published a catalogue of the plants in the garden in 1660. The species name, obtusifolia, means blunt-leaved in Latin and refers to the often blunt tip of the leaves.
The common name, small honeysuckle tree, is derived from the superficial resemblance of the flowers of its sister species Turraea floribunda, the wild honeysuckle tree, to those of the honeysuckle, genus Lonicera, family Caprifoliaceae, but there is no real relationship between them. The flowers of T. floribunda have longer and narrower, greenish yellow petals and a strong, sweet scent, and the resemblance to honeysuckle is much stronger than in T. obtusifolia, whose starry white flowers are more often mistaken for a kind of jasmine. I frequently see visitors to Kirstenbosch spot a bush in flower and go over to smell the flowers, expecting to be rewarded with a sweet jasmine-like fragrance but being rebuffed, finding absolutely no scent whatsoever.
There are ± 50 species of Turraea occurring in Africa, Madagascar, the Mascarenes and the Comores and one that occurs in the tropical Far East. Six species occur in southern Africa: T. obtusifolia and T. floribunda (wild honeysuckle tree) occur in the Eastern Cape, KwaZulu-Natal and Swaziland ; T. nilotica (Lowveld honeysuckle tree) in Limpopo, Mpumalanga, and Swaziland ; T. pulchella (dwarf honeysuckle tree) in Eastern Cape and KwaZulu-Natal ; T. streyi in KwaZulu-Natal ; and T. zambesica (Zambezi turraea) in Botswana and Namibia.


The mahogany family (Meliaceae) is a large, tropical and subtropical family famous for its timber trees. It is made up of ± 50 genera and 800 species. In southern Africa there are six indigenous genera: Nymania, Ekebergia, Entandophragma, Pseudobersama, Trichilia and Turraea and four introduced and now naturalized genera: Cedrela, Khaya, Melia and Toona. Most South Africans would recognize Melia azedarach, known as the syringa or Persian lilac, a decorative garden tree introduced from India that has naturalized in many parts of the country and is now a declared invasive. Other members of the Meliaceae featured on plantzafrica.com to date include Nymania capensis, Ekebergia capensis, E. pterophylla, and Trichilia dregeana.

Ecology
The flowers are pollinated by moths. Before a flower opens, it deposits its pollen on the sides of the style head. Flowers remain open for more than one night. The pollen is transferred to other flowers by visiting moths Only the very tip of the style is receptive to pollen, so self-pollination is avoided.
Uses and cultural aspects
Turraea obtusifolia is said to be very poisonous. Its leaves, bark and rootbark are used in traditional medicine to treat stomach and intestinal ailments, and as a drastic purge. The leaves contain chemical compounds known as limonoids, like those found in the neem tree ( Azadirachta indica also in the Meliaceae, native to India ) which are used in agriculture as antifeedants i.e. as insect repellants to protect crop plants from insect damage. Turraea obtusifolia could therefore also be used as an antifeedant. The related species, T. floribunda, is also used in traditional medicine to prevent fearful dreams associated with a weak heart, as a strengthening tonic after the death of a kraal member, to induce the neurotic state needed by diviners for divining dances, and to treat heart disease, rheumatism and swollen, painful joints, and in Zimbabwe, T. nilotica roots are used to treat abdominal pain, venereal diseases, constipation, menstrual cramps, epilepsy, diarrhoea and pneumonia.
Growing in Kirstenbosch
Growing Turraea obtusifolia
Turraea obtusifolia will perform at its best if grown in well-drained but moist, nutrient-rich, loamy, humus-rich soil in a warm, sunny, semi-shaded or lightly shaded position. It needs water in summer but will tolerate drought during winter. It is sensitive to strong winds and frost. It is quite quick to get going from seed but is slow-growing and long-lived. Prune to shape. Use it as an ornamental shrub in the garden or a specimen in a container.

Propagate by seed or cuttings. Sow fresh seed soon after harvesting in autumn-winter, or keep the seed cool and dry (not frozen) and sow in spring. Clean off the fleshy orange layer and sow 2 mm deep in well-drained, sterile soil, and place the trays over bottom heat of 28°C. Take softwood or herbaceous cuttings of the new growth that is hardening, in spring to summer. Use a rooting hormone and place the cuttings in a mist unit with bottom heat of 28° C.
Author
Alice Notten
Kirstenbosch National Botanical Garden
 Written February 2007, the journey of the Honey Suckle Tree
Brought to us from the heart of Grandmother Rhonda Magic of Time, February 2010
"a good lance, relieves our pain"

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!

Sunday, January 31, 2010

White Buffalo Calf Woman Returns to Bring Life, the Sacred Blessings Tonight!

For Robert "Please say a special prayer for Robert (the star brings us near, the "bright flame" that glows, Grandfather Light). He awaits your return."

Beloved Sun, when does the bow bend, to know the gift of love has returned.  We seek the heart, that longs to greet, the Rainbow and devoted suns.  Daughters gift the law of love, the stand for what is right.  Do you not see, what blows in the breeze, the heart of everyone.

Come and love the sounds of birds, the singing of delight.  The green grass tells everyone, that the bounty is coming soon.  But if we seek without in the world, we miss what's just right inside, the heart, that knows and always glow, to bring us home again.

There is much to bring us down, but if we allow this plight to make our rooms, we miss the halls of tears that shout, a dream is on the other side, a place for us to hide, inside the halls of great. We are the image of so much to speak, yet, we can't find our way, because we think, that it's out there, but wisdom speaks from in hear.

My love, you are walking divine, when you trust what is blind (vision of your heart instead), and we can find the halls of great, when we trust in faith.  God speaks to the little children out there, does not your heart know the song?  For Great Spirits, they call us their children, the hope for everyone.  And heaven is the Song of Angels, where they collide, with lights that glow, and we can offer heaven, the sanctuary down below.

What we need is love this day, the truth, not, what we do not say, but what we do is what we say, to show the perfect way.  The unity of the soul and flesh, the red road and the blue (road), they tell us we are the rising sun, the path of no return.  And why would we want to go back when the circle of life continues on?  We are here as children, to be the rising sun.

Dance in your dreams and open your heart to all that is plight, know your tears feed the bounty of fears, that need an embrace tonight.  We are the ones we have been waiting for (tears), and now we must realize, to claim the hearts within the dark, the blessings, that purify.

Now my child, remember for awhile, the song, that gifts you love.  You are the majesty that longs to be heard, the river of tears, that smile.  It's a Rainbow, do you not sea, the heart, that feels this majesty?  I say, my love, get down on the knees and pray, to know, that's what we teach our children today, that we are but a moment in time, and we need treasure even the blind, for it's the song, that feeds all the nines (nine sacred directions), the halls of the divine. 


Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, Elder Christal person, wakan iyes(h)ka or holy interpreter and Sacred Drumbeat by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, your Father Red Hand, Elder Lavender person, holy fire who binds us together, sacred deliverance!

Nine Sacred Directions:
Up1 and down2 and all around3, north4 south5 east6 and west7, bring us to the very best.  the heart beat8 (flowing) and the breath9 (flight), show us the rolling hills, the nest.  offer the sacred fire of smoke, to bring the heart, the light of hope.


For Glen (a narrow valley between hills, where the rivers flow, where the heart does feel and know, Grandmother Dark) "Many thanks, the sacred song blessings do dance"

Which way does the wind blow, I say, my heart speaks to know, but so many they don't flow, because they look away.  I know they need wisdom, but they must seek to find, and how do I reach them if they walk so blind.

There is so much waiting, for me and you come soon.  I know my heart is full of hope, the dreams, that drive us home.  The wailing of our Mothers, the Sisters who wait for love, and My love is waiting, to bring home the cooking dove (purified child).  I say, my love is waiting, to show us the wails of delight, because I am calling to the halls, those in plight.

I want to be a hero.  I want to be the Chief.  But so many they don't listen, to the old man, who sits like a crow (the grandmother space, many doors to destiny, where the spider does weave, the sacred blanket of life).  And it's here inside my heartbeat.  It's here, that I want to know, which way does the sun turn, when my heart does ember and glow? 

They seek magic every moment, but they don't realize, that they alone are the magic, that part that does collide (heavenly soul and earthly flesh).  I want my hands to bow with them, to hold them when they are weak, but they run away from my love, when do the Angels sing? 

Can't God know I'm waiting? (Great Spirits willing) Don't they see, that I am here? (tell me a tale) I want to be the heart of leaves (relative on the tree of life), to show them relief.  I sing to heaven above me, the sky that holds my tears.  I sing to the bellows below me, the shadows who bless so pure.  And I united the heavens with earth, to bring them home to me, the song of Angels blow within, I can feel it's whole girth.

Wake up, my children, look out from within.  Look out for heaven is coming.  And you will see, the size of a pea, that will bolt the stars into your life.  Hang on to your salvation.  Hold me close, I know you won't fear, because it's the song of Brotherhood, that will save us all here.

So much plight.  So much to drive away from fright, yet I know, that all that glows, is wisdom coming home.  Trust our tears, and never fear, but ask, and seek what is right, then all will be the rushing river, that gifts the halls of justice tonight (heaven knows, who does glow, the light from within, does show from without in their deeds).

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother and devoted servant, who sends sacred blessings tonight!

Warriors of the Earth  
 

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!

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Veronika Who Swells Within The Seas Finds Liberty in You and Me!


Down the road is liberty, the place I seek to set me free, and I know there is longing to be, the numbered days to go to thee.  I seek my heart out to believe that there will be so much to sea, and I know I will be with you, when all is gone and we the few will be.

I know the days are coming strong I feel the song and all that's gone wrong, but I can billow in the wind, for I will always let company in.  the song of hope that comes real soon, I have to be with God in me, and I know there is liberty, when prayer and song is gifted from me.

When will the dawning come home to me?  I want the world all that we need, and we are here to sing a song, the heart of you I long.  Did you know that we can fill the sky, with hope and garnets that are brilliant nai (dolphin who swims the seas to greet and bring you home)
, and we can always be with thee, when we fill up on dignity.

My heart longs to fill the sky again, to be with glowing after springs and I hope to be with you in me, when we learn how to fly to sea.  And there we go , to ponder with the wind, to be the heart of everything, and I will find the love I seek, because my Relatives will find and keep.

We are the suns of God who have come to be the wonders of the rainbow, and I know that we will be with thee, when we decide the song to  be free.  Come hold my hand, come walk with me, then we will be inside of thee, and I will always be with you, when you just call out into the blue.

We are the family, God set upon the Earth, the palace of hope and gospel of this girth, the oneness that stands upon the land, that's where we were sent to be. And My heart will always gravitate, to be
the heart of all the Earth, and I will long in the wind, to feel your SUN again.



sung by white buffalo calf woman, your twin deer mother for Veronika Lopez Who Swells With Love




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