Monday, December 14, 2015
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|Northern Light Skulsfjord Tromsø by Ronny Mikkelsen|
(spoken words) Let the joy settle inside of you, where the song catches the dew. Love shines on through. Let us grow the long hair. Streams mighty in the glare. We are snared. Love is the waves we shine today. Let all of our warriors find this way. Hay over the tides roll. We are together forming the gold. Heaven help us prescribe the tendency of the wise. Let us pray and find a good daze, the great mystery unravels before our face. We will shine to show Great Spirit Mother we love your glow. Tender hearted I call you dew. We feel the magic that flows through you.
Mother Earth where you tend the fields, thank you for all you wield. Comfort prescribed in the winds just to help the children begin. We see the magic of the growing seeds. Let love guide us along the pave, the magic of the heart at last. We are sworn enemies that collide hay over the rolling hills, my Brother comes home to say. Let us have a better day. Let us have a perfect place. Miracles grow and tender dew we sow.
Pillows in the sky talking talking about the wise. Why, why, why, they cry. All the Elders and Children want to know, which way will it all go. There is a moment in time where we sing to rhyme the spoken and the true. Let us be faithful in all that is the comfort of me and for you. We will cry my Brothers, my Sisters await your child. Come and bring it all home, the smiling face of the risen sun.
Heaven help us along this path. We are going to last. We are taken hold of the spoken blast. We sing our magic all over this world. Come to place a hand in God, the spoken of the dew of the clouds. And wherever the sun shines through the dark, the Angels sing and hark. There is the place where the shadow begins, oh my heaven let me hear you sing. Inside of your heart, we take care, the little children are aware. We bring this happiness prescribed, joy abundant to the tides. We are moving free. Freedom reign. Come bring down all shame. We will find a way to bring us to become the holy people you did praise. There is a waking of this cry, all over this world Mother Earth you know why, wise is the hands within you, the souls that feed you and the love that grows upon you and the tears shed to bring you all home. We are sworn. Love is worn.
(begin singing softly) Come lift your hand. Come lift you hand. We will stand. We will be one cosmic band. All of the children everywhere, we hear your cries. we know why. Tell the children in the wake, we come to share this stake. Build ti up in the sky, the home of salvation you did cry. Sow your pillows and bring the righteous home. You are the children of this great big dome. Mother Earth cries for you. Every day for you. Not a day doesn't go by with out her tears that cry. Love is the born.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums along with the whole of Mankind and all our relations who chime. We send our love to you. Thank you Mother Earth for your glow. We watch your snow, the crystalline rainbow.
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Sing a song, and get along, to have joy in life, full of tears, because you know, the sacred flow is all we have to get us home! Dance all day, and learn to play, with all you do and think and say, because we need love to please, to open hearts and doors to be! Welcome all your relatives, into the heart of all your sin and say, "I love you this very day" and "I won't let you get away!". I will fight for love this day, I will fight to show the way, because I am here to love you dear, my heart that sheds so many tears. And when we hope to comfort folks, then we will be prepared to say, "Come pray with me, learn joy to speak, and song and dance will keep us in relief". Whisper song and let a breeze come home to know your knees, where prayer is your living sacred breeze!
Posted by White Buffalo Calf Woman at Monday, December 14, 2015