So many treasures. So many to have fun. Sow many little things that need to be grown. And with it's rising up to touch the devoted sun. Let me find waking up to all the tom thumbs. Groaning and poning (griddle cakes, mixing it up, hot fire, brotherhood and mire) to all that is within, to share the heart beat that wants nothing from sin. Yet as I rise up I must forgive everyone. They don't always learn how to make a churn. There is much magic in this holy urn. Great God in heaven shine down on me. Let this world know paradise please. I wake, I want more, for everyone please. To tell them it's time to share all that we need.
It's heaven when we sing and dance along the waves. It's happy, not sad occasions, but glee most of the daze. Yet I understand that we must look up and we look down, yet I want to feel the sacred all around. There is a place within that shares my heart, there a stream lies down inside of the parked. Stillness of the river shining through me. That's the place heaven lives, where I want to be free.
We will sing a dance for you! (Aunt Daneen Seasons That Sing, silver child). Aho and over the rainbow we flow, all skipping and dancing along the waves. White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness Running Eagle Shooting Star sends love along the path of the heart beat. Elders of the Rainbow Clan.
Ghost Walk (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.
From the darkness we arise a heavenly child.
(solar and lunar calender align, January 1, 2014, a cycle of renewal)
Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Pray With Elders around the World
