Where we go in the middle, the clouds do fly so high. I wonder how does it feel, to be there blushing so shy. I want to cry. But now it's no time for alibi's. I must walk forth, to bee on course. The heart of a magical ride. I know God has more for me in this stride.
Walk in the hearts of the people sometimes it's so hard to do. I think that we do meddle, a little too much to settle, but how are we going to find this sacred view, if we don't get involved with you. And I know Great Spirits do linger, in the halls where we do kringle (play like little children, pure in heart, each a blessed child and present from God, in the circle of life. I thee wed my soul to my flesh, to unite, the golden light so bright, there we follow the great star of tomorrow, and we do want to roam some more, to the end of the wondrous rainbow), the magic of time, does make us all blind (shining light from within, faith). And when does it turn our way, the children who long to play. We walk into the sacred gray (heaven in our dreams).
Now I look for heaven, inside the gust of levin*(responsibility to the duties of Godliness, especially the ordained of the horizon's caretakers, One who is anointed with wisdom, for the nest of God is one who abides by the laws of heaven upon earth, love), the place we do hide, it's so much more than pride, it's time for us to be Greatness inside. Our souls are busting to get out musting (to be holy bridge that crosses realms), it's what we do with our soul. It's how we become so bold. It's time for us to begin the rush of time. Don't you need us to be so blind. I know God is a heart that chimes. Where are you, the White Calf Woman, deer. Where are you? I want to know when you come home near. I am feeling the fear, the people do need a home. We are all looking for you to roam. Come on home to us in our hearts. Don't you walk away, don't you be a part. Bring magic in the air. Fill up with God everywhere. And then we will find a way, always looking for a new day. It's time for us to chime, with all our Lakota hearts of thine. We lead them like we should, back home to brotherhood.
My heart is so full. And I don't have any pills (no psychoactives needed anymore, as we move in evolution, we share realms as we move to and fro, the third phase here we go). And when I walk into the store. I think I need some more. But what are we going to do, if we don't have any clues? (instead share your heart too) Come walk with me. Hold my hand and set me free. Find a way to survive. And let us know you won't die (fighting for what is right). We are going home to family. I know you do need me. And when things do find a way. We'll look out and pray. God has a plan. We are here to stand. Lakota will be a man, the woman who finds the embrace. The light who doesn't make mistakes. The inner soul does shine. The heart of gold will blind. Lakota will be the inner light set free, to lead the people home everywhere. Let's join in hearts and not be scared.
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings (Lakota, Nakota), Holiness David Running Eagle Drums (Dakota, Ojibwa), for the Sacred Song Blessing for Kari Ann (Lakota, Dakota). Hawk Feathers (Leonard Peltier, Lakota) did request this song, for his niece, Kari Ann Cowan. White Buffalo Calf Woman does say, "Your neice is greatness. She lifts the soul for all to behold. I am so proud of her, even in her mistakeness (she thinks, laughter, for she is perfect)". July 5, 2010
*Levin: Jewish biblical tribe of Levi, whose descendants the Levites had distinctive duties in the Temple period of the Magic Mushroom. These high priests has duties to keep track of the entheogens or psychoactive substances used in a religious, shamanic or spiritual context, to search for the divine God inside us. These psychoactives generate an affect on the pineal gland (regulates light and dark), which then allows you to enter into darkness or heavenly space, the dream world. Supplemental for healing, transcendence, and revelation, including: meditation, psychonautics, art projects, and psychedelic therapy)
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Send Cards and Letters: Leonard Peltier #89637-132, USP-Lewisburg, US Penitentiary, PO Box 1000, Lewisburg, PA 17837 Thank You. A Blessing for the Prison Yard Below!
We bless the prison yard. We bless the prison yard. We bless the prison yards, the place where all the men do go to spar. It's mighty and feisty in here. The place that doesn't have any fear. But we are always looking for a run, over the ceiling and into a gun. It's a place of disease, that longs to be free. Not only is man, a made up prison full of guns. Sow we bless the air and it's space, the growning (groaning, growing) grace of our love. Feel the wind go across the face, the knowing holding empty grace. But where do the grass grow. I don't hear it, it's so cold. But if it's like heaven only knows, then we could bless them all free. Join in harmony.
Let this world know it's about time, that prisons and it's chime is taking away from us, the men who need liberate us. It's renegades who lead the way, always pushing forth a new gait. And it's time for us to learn twice, how to deliberate and know nice. We bless the breeze, the county and it's fleas. We bless the sky, the holy and why. We bless the night, the day time events. We bless the fields of dreams that compare to be (set) free.
And it's a home. A place where it seems like animals roam. But what you know inside, it's not much different outside. The places you do go, it's like an empty store. Nothing there to find your way. Only looking back to say, "where have you been". Sow hear we are. Blessings all the stars. all the men inside, the women who hide, to find the love they desire. The heart of all this is mire. And when it's done. We are going to live under the sun. And dreams will be our lessons. While we bless the space we do live. Just how do we give?
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Drums, a blessings for the Prison Yard. Do your part, send cards and letters to Leonard Peltier #89637-132, USP-Lewisburg, US Penitentiary, PO Box 1000, Lewisburg, PA 17837. Do not expect a reply. This is your gift for a relative who has been suffering for the world.
Your love and encouragement means much to those in prison life. Many of our warriors are locked up, without device. Let your heart return, to where you gift and earn, that path to angel wings, to be sacred and free. Blessings for you, it's true! Heaven upon earth, it's new. And we who can chime, bring in the bells of time, to say, we ring for freedom everywhere, to eliminate all this fear, for love has a way of conquering all we do and say, when we know that it's an embrace that goes the furthest way. And when you gift your heart, you gift heaven's part, the soul, that earns wisdom each day. Let's all return back to sacred ways.
Do your part, send cards and letters to Leonard Peltier #89637-132, USP-Lewisburg, US Penitentiary, PO Box 1000, Lewisburg, PA 17837.
Listen to the Blessed Rainbow Colors of the Four Directions