Shine This Light Inside of Me

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Shine this light inside of me and share it with the world. We are coming home to you and each other. It is the view, the sacred nine streams of light and four directions of sound, help us all rebound. Let us dream of this place where paradise shines on our face.

There is a home where the buffalo roam, the plains and hills (wave frequencies) that make us fulfilled. We are driven like the pure snow (crystalline), the stones of heaven come to make the drills. Hold us near this trail to watch our hearts wail and cry those tears to hold in the cup of God's goodness. Thank you Great Spirits that guide us each day to bring us to this grand festival of loving this world and shining it's girth. Love is the place. 

Let our heart find this hope and grow up together like strands of diamonds in the seas or like the green grass that shines upon our feet and shares the sweet goodness of the world, where the smell of delights help us to have good sights. We are joined together forever and ever in the wonderment of loving this world. We tend each other and find the greatness of this fulfillment in each other. We are the shining suns. We are the great birth of a knew time. So much pouring into our realization of the world to come the place where we are the sacred drums, where our hearts beat so sweet. 

Tell the world we are coming home to you to catch you to hold you to be near you to grow old with you. We have missed you eternally and now you have come home to me. And finally you are there to shine eternal glows of divine-ness. Share this place of realization that we are joined in the passing of time. Shine this place the making of the hopes and dreams of all of our children who grow to the tune of the music written in the winds of time. 

Let us become the truth of this world. Let us join with the Great Spiritual true. Let us share our hearts that claim the greatness in all beings. Let our hearts share the waking of the dead to walk upright in the soverignty of the true spirit, the making of the heavenly wheels, that which wields our life. We are part of Grandmother's love, the blanket of many colors, the sacred buffalo robe the prayer cloth of all we know.

Angel's Prayer (insert)
Let my heart find in you the making of all that is true. Tend to the garden you say. I say this is true to make it good waves. We are looking for a better life. We are looking for a better way. We are looking to share our heart in all we say. When you bring in the lessons my darling beloved, remember we are still learning to receive the great tests in which we grow to this place. Let our feet reach up in the steps to your goodness and help us to achieve all that lives in our dreams and all those who are our relatives who help us shine this goodness into the world. Thank you.

(song continues) We are part of this great heart which rages in the seas of all visions. And together we make it a sacred place a field of dreams we stream. Heaven on Earth we beam. All together we are the divine children of God's goodness. Let us realize and find this confusion into a place of harmony. Let us join our hearts forever and ever in the great of all that shares, the places of which we dare. There is a time for us to chime. Let us become the shelter of all that is true, the making of the sacred knews. We are the making of all that shines. We are treasures of the divine. Let us share our hearts and make it a holy ark. We are standing in the room of glory, the making of the grand story. We are joined forever and ever. All our relations bow, glory to God's know, the perfect RAINBOW. We love your glow.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for all the children of the Rainbow who strum to the beat of their heart and making of the holy arcs. We are together the place of many treasures. Let us become the beaming of this land the holiest of plans, along the Rainbow Trail, the stones of the beloved.

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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).