(singing) We on the tree of life, salute you, to the drifting
sands of time, the cosmic dust does bind. In our hallowed fields, we
bless and purify all the stains, to allow the great light from within to
shine a beam. Many shooting streams of abundance does flow, when we
listen with our hearts that also glow. A measure is such as a stare, to
look at what does have aware. Each a relative who needs some love, just
in time to feel the world. Heaven sent us to be divine, just one more
hill, just one more time. And there we stand, to hold onto the winds,
where it's heavenly beams again.
In the winds that blow sow free, just to plant the fields of wheat
(abundant for all). The many glowing golden fields, where brotherhood
is living and real. Each of us a place to shine, just like those who are
not of light, but in darkness they do sing, as our Angels heaven
brings. And as we hear the guardians call, just to tell us, it's loving
all. We are learning to collide once more, with a passion, where water
burns the tall. And if heaven weeps and urns, then we are supplanted to
gift her burns. And we spark with loving glares, just to look at one
more glare. Light of fire, take me home, where I can breath and hold a
horn. I will blow out to the world, it's time to bring in loving norms.
In remembering all spirits live, seen or unseen, it's the drift
(cosmic dust). Learning to look within our souls, to feel the winds that
blow on through. And when we don't understand our way, we purify our
fields for play. Those who will not bow, we say another day. We demand
the call of love all the way. There we stand in one circle, one sound of
cheer, to say, that love lives in hear. (talking) Are you listening?
(singing)
Stand up inside where the fields are green (river of stones), the
spiritual come out to breath. We will bless you and send you on your
way. Happy journeys is what we say. When you come back, tell us more. We
want to whisper all we say. And when it's time to share thine heart, I
will remember we did our part.
Smoking diamonds in the ruff (woof), tell me truly, "Is it
enough?". We linger on, for another day, then holy pure comes to light
the way. Then holy pure comes to light the way, a striking fire,
blooming wondrous arrays.
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings
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Grandmother Comfort in the Wind shakers, Sacred Horn rattles, Wisdom River Shines drums, White Buffalo Calf Woman sings, Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star on the buffalo drum. A Sacred Song Blessing for "All Hallowed Eve" (Halloween).
Ghost Walk (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.
From the darkness we arise a heavenly child.
(2014, solar and lunar calender align, January 1, a cycle of renewal)
Pray With Elders around the World
Let me show you how it's done, just roll up your arms and dive on in, with open arms and a warm smile, you will be okay in awhile. I am Grandmother Comfort in the Wind and I am here to share our souls again. Once we walked and shared our heart. Now it's time for us to begin this walk and impart. Share your story with the heaven sent. Share your heart where ever you went. Share with the world, prophecy has arrived. It's time for us to say good night. Dream and think of me holding you when you need, for I will rock you to bed to sleep. Dream of far off distant shores, where all will be relatives more/moor (watered grass, welcome to a new home, heaven and earth we do roam).
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