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There is a place where the Buffalo (flesh of earth, the light that grows, the four sacred directions, where we do) roam, and my heart does know how to roam, to be across the rolling hills, to eat of the green grass and know my fills. I am nourished by this love, the place, where I live inside the dark, the heaven calling, to fill me up. We the Rainbow Clan do know (how to drink from this spiritual cup), that we are part of this sacred show, where the Horse (soul of heaven, the heart that knows) runs wild and free, to be with Warriors, the Dog (rainbow warrior of prophecy who stands their ground) who bleeds (follows the red road, the law of love, where the fighting is for the unification of the broken heart, to bring the warrior up).

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Beloved Southern Season, our Song of Heaven,
Sorry for feeling! Come on my beloved, that's your heaven. Feel it all. Be it's glory, rage, love, pain, joy, it's God, the great, "I am a Sun Dance", wakan tankan (walking talking), the Great Spirit Within.

Inside cry. Outside cry. Let's make love to tears. We need bounty, rather than fear. Sharing all we do grieve, is what we all do need.

On the Trail of Tears, was a rock bed. When the spirits cried, the tears went from their eyes, to the stones, who were dry (without their hearts, they did not thrive). When taken the spirits home to paradise, where waterfalls bloom, and spring is all soon. We feel not able to cry, because we are gone, without others, who are blond (white light, stars of the humble children, united four directions). Take heart, to the needs, to bleed (red road, the law of love). To cry tears upon stones, who do fear. Let them soak up your love, when you give up your glove (perfect fit, bend with the wind, the green grass begins). And realize, they needed you all the time!

your devoted servant, does cry, to lean on love's perfect night (heaven), and soon we will know joy, when we share our hearts annoy!
White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, speaks to your heart. It's time for us to let it out!

ps. I cry and shout every day. Let's be children again, let's feel...
If you hold on to it, you don't let it out. Let it go, then you can shout...

Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, our Father Red Hand says, "Shout hooray!"

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Saturday, March 21, 2015

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There is a place where the Buffalo (flesh of earth, the light that grows, the four sacred directions, where we do) roam, and my heart does know how to roam, to be across the rolling hills, to eat of the green grass and know my fills. I am nourished by this love, the place, where I live inside the dark, the heaven calling, to fill me up. We the Rainbow Clan do know (how to drink from this spiritual cup), that we are part of this sacred show, where the Horse (soul of heaven, the heart that knows) runs wild and free, to be with Warriors, the Dog (rainbow warrior of prophecy who stands their ground) who bleeds (follows the red road, the law of love, where the fighting is for the unification of the broken heart, to bring the warrior up).

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