Which way is up? Which way is down? I want to know, the heart of a clown. I want to be part of all of the leaves (relatives of the true blue, rainbow clan), healing the tree of life, with thee!
Which way is up? Which way is down? I live to feel just like a clown, always in tears, always in love, always having smiles to give, to all that's of love (above, from your point of view, ascending with the physical world, light rays).
I got some sorrow, that I must release. I got some hatred, feels like a disease. But today, I release my pain and enemy, because, I do love thee. Because my heart will sea (vision of love blooms in the heart).
Where do I go, if not under a sun? Where do I climb if not in the wind? Where is my heart, that knows love again. I want to fly in rainbow surprise. I want to know, the glory of God, the place, my heart starts. The place, I am the forgiveness ark.
What makes me do, all that I do? What makes me feel, so in love for real? Where is the mountains, the snow and the rain? I want to know, god's glory again. Give me pure rivers, give me your arms. Fill me up with laughter, all of your charms. Hold me forever, give your true heart. I will know glory, because I will be a part (part of something greater, God, Oneness).
Which way is up? Which way is down? I feel my soul, is looking to bound. How do I lean, on trumpets of love? How do(es) my heart, feel like a clown?
When I look up at the sky in the wind, I seek a place, where I can begin. I see the blue sky, the relative in me. I hold the heavens, as far as I can sea. Now, we enter, the place that is divine. Now, we become the heart that is blind (a light from within shines brotherhood, dreams come true). Now, we learn forever, comes in a day, when we forgive and learn to pray!
Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, your Father Red Hand drums and White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother sings. Your sacred song blessings for a Broad Based Prayer for the Sacred Four Directions: Heaven, Heaven, Heaven and Earth!
Thank you Grace Charlize (Magenta -gate keeper for lavender-, Blue, Aqua, Gray) for your inspiration to the words you express to us next. This day I rise like the sun. I think the day is so bright, I might fall (pray, bow like a rainbow). My heart must look at all this rays, of sunbeams magic properties, my heart goes flutter and believes in all the dreams, where we fall into heaven's arms. Where our sight (vision of the heart) becomes alarmed, when impure walk in and harm. We are looking for wisdom here, to purify out all fear (sacred fire and water blessings), bringing all home to us, the heart of the sacred dust. It's time for us, to learn how to bind (shine a light from within and unite), bringing hearts home yet to shine!
Thank you Grandfather Holy Spirit (White, Yellow, Magenta, Gray) for your inspiration for us next.
Smoke is the breath,
smoke is the cloud,
smoke is a tear that falls,
smoke is a sacred rite/right/heart,
smoke is our atmosphere,
smoke allows us to sail and communicate!
I burn with smoke, blessed, pure, united, blue and red have become yellow dreams,
smoke is the cloud,
smoke is a tear that falls,
smoke is a sacred rite/right/heart,
smoke is our atmosphere,
smoke allows us to sail and communicate!
I burn with smoke, blessed, pure, united, blue and red have become yellow dreams,
I bless the nine sacred ways/weighs,
I rise up to become the star, white as the moon rays!
I rise up to become the star, white as the moon rays!
Pray With Elders around the World
Elders gift the heart of love, they bring us closer to those of doves (peace, and walking on water is of faith), the flight of heaven sent from inside, the darkness of the numinous glow. Here we long to know our peace, the grace of gifting, the embrace of geese, and we flow together right in a row, because the formation is the Sacred Rainbow (Star of David's perfection, the lambs of God). Can we really know your sun (the golden light, when we know the soul and flesh unites, when we say what we do), well God is coming and we are planning the run (over rolling hills, we journey), the race of men, the lights of the buffalo bloom (four sacred directions within you), here we come, to know your zoom (flight of the soul). I hope to sea you on the other side, where we are to be like hides (skin of the soul, the lights, our flesh, the red road, where law of love presides), the story written on our cells, that love, carried us through!
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