Singing in the Breeze, All Those Boys On Their Knees!

Let the boys out, the rainbow colors that they shout. Come hang in the garden of love, for I know you gift the hug. Share all the things we swing, from vine and limbering we sing. We are devoted to true, the circle of love that is imbued.

Hear, woof, woof, woof, the warrior who knows the hood. For he is ruffled and rare, the place that is uncompared. All those colors that swim, inside the sacred wind. And we are genuinely rare, the place we save there. Come let the boys out, they are the ones who will shout, come glory let me ride that wave, to a sacred daze.

We are the wolves that ride, all those cares we abide. Who is rougher than the next, because love will pass the test. Can you see, it's true, you and me who are imbued. Love can shine upon this world, the place of God will be stared. A vision of true that ensues, the company of the wolves (rainbow warriors of prophecy) that knew.

Rhythm and soul abide, to scare us into the pride (clan).  Because we need to share a w/hole within, where we fall down because of sin. But it's the place of whims, we need to solidify the grim, to bring us all back to one place, the state of radiating grace.

True love comes when we stand our ground, upon the sacred sounds (blessings in the winds, prayers that begin to resolve all that confounds). It's love that rules and reigns, there is no other gain. And if you think you are right, just think about other peoples plight, then you will walk towards their pain, even if they are to gain. We are the woof (woven together) in the hide (skin of the rainbow), those who weave and abide. We bring cheering on the run, for we are only just begun.

Let all those boys out (rainbow colors, our buffalo hide), to protect the world with their shout, but let them remember who rules, that love is the caring tool. And when things all go wrong, we are not bothered by a sun, because they need to grow, up inside of solid gold.

Brotherhood will let us wind, when we learn about the sin. We can only find our way, if love is used in play. When opposition arise, remember it's blessings that surmise. And we fight for love that rules, nothing else will be a tool. Woof, woof, woof, woof, the dogs who know it like they should. Touch the brother who is grim and teach them to bow again.

We are true to the heir of those who laugh together and share, for God is in each and everyone. We all live with the sun. Can you feel the boys in the winds, all those rainbow colors that need to wind. They are looking for some pride (proud to be who they are, the greatness, a star of heaven that presides within them, a light from within, the sun dancer), but don't know which wave to ride. If you stand there and let them go, you won't know about what's told. We need protect each and everyone, because they need to know their own sacred sun (soul within).

All those boys who que (hang together), to the laughing of a tool (rainbow colors in dance), engraving their souls to love, instead of seeking to shove. But when it's time to fight again, we will fight and always win/d (fighting to bring back love with blessings). We are children of the sun, grateful and on the run. Over sailing seas we flow, just like a rainbow show. There we find a will to prize, those who are willing to bow and ride, all those waves of heavenly true, that's what love does imbue.

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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!

Running River Shines On Thee, Keep Blessed in the Breeze!

(Right hand smacks/heart feels pain and left middle toe stings, physical baring brings) Hear I stand to hear your call inside the mighty halls, down below we share our hides (buffalo hides, four directions of the rainbow colors), the wonder of the rainbow tribe. And when we weep, we deeply seep into the halls of my mind. And dreams fulfill my holy drill (spinning to realize), the place gold lives in pride.


(Reprimand the impure state, now bless and pray until love is here, I stand hear waiting for your return) Can you hear the eagle calling? (love binds) I want to share the hopes and dreams. I fill the air with my longing, to bee a dream.  And when we call upon the mountain, we are children who bow and praise, it's my heart that we are longing, to gain upon this day. We are children of the rainbow, we are mortal of mankind and it's said in a story, that the spirits learn to bind.


We are one sacred family, we are one forever as we speak. We are not gone from the rainbow, because it's a shattered place we keep (divine sparks of many colors). Let us ride into the sky, where our dreams all collide (together in the sacred circle, medicine is realized). Let us feel our mighty rainbow, to where the golden treasures lie/s (within). We could be one sacred vision if we long to feel our stride (walk towards, wakan or holy walking). And it's where we are given a chance to preside (state our size/power, holy does not divide, but bring together). Come hold my hand in a rainbow, then you will understand. We are one sacred family, let us bow and pray this die (death of the impure)/pride(honor)/rise up after we bow(rebirth the spirit). 


Children ride the heavenly skies, then we will know which way to go. And if we join in one hand in hand, then we will be a circle demands. We are part of heaven's rituals. We are sent to keep them alive. We are rivers of goodness holds us to the calling of our prize (great treasures of the heart). And it's you my relative of the blue, that I am running to you. And it's you my relative that's true, I am looking for your eyes (vision realized). Can you see, we are one family, one place inside this reality. We are chosen to be faithful, to know of what we grow to bee (a great dream collides together).


Let us dream and be beholden to the sacred circle you and me. And we stand to bless all the people, to understand the warrior to bee. Come and hold the hands of your brother. And let your sister tell you wise/why. And it's where we stand together, let us bow and paradise is the prize. I want to share all the treasures, you and me, all the sacred leaves. And we shall bee one sacred river, when we share all that we knead/need. I want to know of all your stories, how you came to this place, what river you ride. I want to know just what is faithful in your world of alibi's. And when you shine like a river, don't you notice God is here standing by. And when we are true to each other, we will find a place to hide (a light from within, the buffalo hide, the holy temple of our lives/souls/spirit arise). Let the rainbow colors hold you, to know the sacred true within. And we come to shine a river, a place of love where we begin. 

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums, elders of the rainbow clan, where the river demands, love rule the lands. 

This Sacred Song Blessings is from the heart of Running River our Gleaming Rivers, a blue child (blue, yellow, gray, indigo-orange) and her twin sister Sacred Dew our Aiming Deer, a green child (green, golden, blue, orange-lavender) Sacred Song Blessing can be found at http://sacredsongblessings.blogspot.com/2011/12/aiming-deer-sets-us-free.html. To learn about the Sacred Fire Blessings, please refer to birthingofhope.blogspot.com

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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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Happy Easter too!  White Buffalo Calf Womans Sings and Shouts Blessings for you from Mountain View, California.  Sacred Song Blessings for Lee B. on the East Bay, Hayward, California.

Walk onward in song, forever we long.  Hop on salvation we come, to bring light from the dark.  We make waves and we swim, to save all our friends. But relatives we do seek, because they are for keeps.  And now it's time to go cry, to bring more tears to the sky, to bring all the clouds that cleanse the air, the breath of life, begins, even though we are scared.  Its harmony our greatest friend, if we only could bless our men, who lead us and drive the waves, to sail into distant race.  And take it by the night sky, we enter, what's promising highs, the great life needed to survive, the sacred blessings defeats all knives (past the spoils, and be a proud perfect warrior, that survives, the spiritual fitness realized). It's Easter, when light brings the shield, that reflects all the light from the dark, where my soul, can stand and be proud, to shine like a knight, a demi-god (highly honored or revered, yet even an offspring of a God and a Mortal, who has some but not all of the powers of a God or simply learning to be the Greatness of the Parents).


It's where we long to be free, knowing how much we could stand with thee (united and together), how much force could win a new world, because we came together and prayed. I am not blind, to what tomorrow brings, but I know wisdom comes when I yell and scream.  There in my heart I blossom with other knives (sharing the spoils), but now it's time for us to be perfect children heaven knows. We need find justice in all we say and do, bringing heaven into a brand new place to view.  Come children everywhere and visit our dens, it's the place, you will be protected, because a Great Warrior is here. I stand to protect the whole lot of them in there.  All relatives and elders, who need and really care.  Sow I will fly away with you, to share the pefect race, to be guided into the winds, to show our grace.  But down on the ground, I fight for justice, to wake up what could be magic, the lights from the darkness always wins, the seeds of the Red Road*, has just begin. 

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*Red Road, is the law of love, this is more about an evolutionary statement of changing tides.  Darkness and Light, work together to alleviate plight, by continuous flowing and plumage, that never subsides, like a garden of flowing pulsating waves, the blood, which cleanses all life. The more the movement is active, the sacred actions can be captive, to keep all safe within the realms, the relatives, who need holy arms. Here is the perfect warrior integrated with heaven and earth.  A united force, "I am a Sun Dance", where a light come streaming from within, like rainbow warriors of prophecy realize.

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Gratitude fills our hearts with joy every day, bringing us sustenance to go out and play. To bee (impossible flight of a dream) good children who know our way. Glory for another brand new day. Joy has arisen to fill our hearts again, the gratitude of the wind. The sky that holds us so close to the air, where God does blow in the winds. Let us walk into green grass fields, where the sun rises to tarry along, to offer us the night sky, to bellow the song to the stars. Here we know where we belong, where the "Cloud People" show us the way!

Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!