Star that Shines Lakota Sister sings her heart has come to ming (bright star) , the west and the east comes my way, to be the perfect beloved way. The colors of the rainbow do bring to thee, the heart of loving company.
Violet: First we shed the song of hope, with a voice that's strong as a rope. This is the perfect violet, because it brings us to the rest. One voice of many hearts belts out and shouts. Here we come to be the way of angels if we sing. The strength of the song is loud indeed, especially when we run free. And now we need the strength of time to push us over into the other side. Evolution has come to roost, to be a perfect layer cake. Here we eat the sum of God, the devour it inside out. And when we finished with the bake, we find that we are sitting loud. Here we stand on mountain tops to envision valleys of Gardens clouds.
Magenta: Now we seek the vision clear, but we so many near. The greatest rainbow we have ever seen, is what we bring to the lights of thee. Like a circus going round and round, the play of action is not undone. Flowing going round and round, the hoops of magic is still undone. We think we are not a part, but we are the sacred loving heart. And in the palace fills the air I wonder who else might be in there. So many travelers do come home, just to bellow out their know. And when they speak out of turn, then I must help them turn. And when they look at the right door of life, they feel so satisfied. And when they look into the wind, their tears of sin are gone again. And we can feel what might be here, but what is here is magic filled. I want all to know inside, is part of you and part of the pie. And I need you as much as me, to be the heart of all the leaves. Travel my bridge to sea the other side, the distant shore that breathes alive. And when you seek the place you are, then you understand more than thar (needs).
Crystal: Life goes on and on and on, and what make us so damned proud. I think many could be so good, if they could only choose. We gift the lesson for all to be, the perfect loving harmony. But often they just walk away, from all that fuss and so much play. What can be done if they don't turn into the mountain that gave them so much room. I say this and they say that, but in the end, love is where it's at. But in the end, the time will speak, to hold and mutter for Goodness Sake. We need love to be a part of every single living tree. But so many think that God is not them, and they feel left out of the please. But it's they who bring the cherished gift, the heart of loving peaceful bliss. Which way do we go from here, when love could only fill the air. They are me and I am them, if only we could always sing.
Gray: Here my love we swim through time, to be a part of all the leaves. The tree of life that lets us in, is part of every living sun. And I wish Grandmother could be this way, the loving sacred breeze today. But I know she is not always satisfied, because the world is lost in their hides. But Grandmother she is what we need, the heart of loving in the breeze. The greatest teacher with so much patience, is her embrace inside the sun. Deep inside the mountain claims the rich and famous who never die. And we could be part of this sunshine, when we learn to shine from inside. Grandmother you lift me up, and fill my heart with loyal dust. Over rolling hills of time, you bring me closer to all that's thine. Grandmother you are part of me, even when I don't believe. You are my steady constant friend, because we don't have time to swim.
Now we see the way of the wind, we speak of loving times again. But what can we do to make it clear that evolution is so darn near? Take the will of everyone and we have angry wasted fluff. But if ceremonies come to us, then we can find sacred dust. Grandmother and I come to you to pray to seek and devoted loyal way to keep, and when the sun peaks over head, then we know we have past the test. Deep within and down the road, Grandmother always shows, that we are the heart of everyone, when we choose the loving snow. Crystals and everything fills my heart of living loving sacred dust. Everything is clear to me, but I have so many sacred trees. Then I choose to be with God, the sacred Rainbow that always glows.
sung by white buffalo calf woman, your devoted twin deer mother
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