|run buffalo run into the sun, love is the holy sum|
There is a shoulder to cry on. Come wash over me. Dance to the music, the land will set you free. Welcome my hands today. Wish upon a star, yes memorial rays. Wish upon a sacred tree. Love bond to me. Think you want more than hatred, it could soil your hands. But if you dug deep and planted, you would find love. Oh, yes, it's a sacred mess. Oh yes, let us pass all the tests. Let love rule this land. It's time it's time to command.
|Star and Sun light grows and flows|
Bow with me Sister in the sky tell me your cries. I can hear foot steps worrying about the why, why, why, why. I can speak to your heart today. Listen to the rays. LOVE is going to make it a great change. Listen to the heart. We are moving down this stream. Oh love is our sacred dream. I have to hold you in my heart. And we are moving to this Holy arc; Holy arks (sacred stones).
|Basket Dance Grandmother Dream Trance|
|Woman streams (red) Man beams (blue)|
|Hopi Snake dance, nine streams and hoop!|
|Twin Deer Mothers Leading Deer Dance at Taos|
Let me hear your sacred drum. I want to hear you hold your holy hum. I know I know, it's time to feel this pain. Get down off your glory pain. Sit at a circle, gain. Oh yeah. Sit at this circle, show me your stains. Tell all the people we are moving home. Rescue is each and every stone. Beat your drum. Beat your feet. Tell those cries of the holy pipes. Shed a rainbow in the sky. Glory is the wonder of the bowing wise. Come my children wake up to this sacred cup. Oh yeah. Children wake up, to the rising of the dawn. And when we sing our song. Let your heart know it's music you expound. You need not sketch it out. Instead just cry and shout. You can feel it come on out.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to you today. There is holy waters in your praise. Love all this land and feel your soles. WAKAN is the holy rolling smoke. And listen to your heartbeat as your run. All those sacred tears have got hold of your guns. Shoot out blazing glory everywhere. Love is your ammunition of the stars. Yes it carries far. Holiness David Running Eagle come this far. Running Eagle Shooting Star drumming the buffalo march of the ONE (collective). We are listening to all those stones. We are glistening to all those sacred bones. We are the children making love. We are holy birthing of the dawning of doves. Peaceful hearts make your mark. Shooting rays of diamonds stand up to larks. Angels everywhere, gifting hearts that stare, "We love you. We love you. We love you." Oh yah. We love you. My branches are tickling. Head is bobbing to and fro. Just want you to know, we are dancing on the rainbow. Holy Eagle flying over head. Making his rounds to the holy cows (souls). Each child, a chicken (which way shall I turn) with directions we need care. Look after all this tribal hand. We are a holy land. We are the Rainbow Clan. All my Relatives, EVERYWHERE!
Relatives of the Rainbow Clan,
Event: Ghost Walk, the New Moon Dance
Official Title: Katchee Tope wha: “the Clouds that Dance Ceremony”
Dance when heat and cold (mist/smoke of the ghost) find each other bold, binding to bring in the new, the ghost dance comes to infuse, the soul has risen, awaken and driven, the heavenly soul does reign. Renegades put on your shelter (warriors uniform, buffalo armor, rainbow colors purified), because it's turning to helter skelter (confusion and frenzy, bubbling up the soul does reign). White Buffalo Calf Woman sings
|Buffalo dance between the blue and red hoops!|