I Make A Wish For You

Blow in my song, gift to everyone, let it be known, the song upon your heart, sing a tune while in dance, in all you do and in all your prance, feel a tune, live in there, bring in home (inside your heart), the Southern Wind. Heaven feel the house of home, the southern tome (book of life, that's inside of you, your heart does know). Tum, ta ta det da, tome. Tum, ta ta det ta, tome. We're on our way home! Yes, my tears do shine, relatives of mine! How delightful is time *•♫♪♥♪♫•* Treasures come home just in time *•.¸,¸ *´'`*•.¸,¸ ,¸.•*´'`*•.¸,¸ ,¸.•*♥.
"Thank you I needed that", says Lilly Golden Face (Starlilly). "Big hugs", says Song of Heaven.

Southern Season, our Song of Heaven

She Bellows Forth Wisdom, to cherish the Seasons, to bring love to life even in strife. The welcome of a heart within all life. Her name is Southern Season (Heavenly Mission) the grace with a meaning. Give here latitude with magnitude and you'll sea her embrace leaves you leaping for joy, open arms that hold and fill wholes. Welcome to our Song of Heaven (Earthly, tools of Rainbow Colors)

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It's a day that shines again, to bring in the love again. To bring colors that do blend, when the red road finds the wind. And it's fire that leads the way, when purification knows it's play, while we bless everything we do sea, the heart knows, it's time to be me!

I Bless Me, I Bless the World, I Bless You

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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Fairy Tale on Condor's Wings, Where Buffalo Brings and Eagle Sings!

A faery (fairy) tale/tail 
(story, direction)
Floating with whale 
(bellows the red road)


Starry nights 
(heavenly lights, relatives who shine)
Magical flights 
(soul is set free, to linger in the breeze)


On condor's wings 
(destruction of the old, to bring in the new)
And Eagle sings 
(paradise in known)


In Spirit we trust
it is a big must


To walk the Path of Red (law of love, does kiss the red road)
No fight, but peace instead (gathering dove)


Love is given
Blue way driven (black/blue road to heavenly soul)


United in Yellow (dreams are born)
you are my fellow (brotherhood is known)


A gift to all
Rain-shower blessings will fall (descend from heaven)


Out of the sky (embrace of our light)
Wind bellows forth (the place, we lie our course)


Messages of Our Spirit, our Lord (in the wind, our prayers sail again)
Rainbows Unite (gather together)
with arms open wide (receive each other, relatives for sure)


Standing tall (the soul, that directs the heart, proud to be me)
Hear your call (trust self)


I Love You
I Do

Blessed Bee
Sung by Southern Season, your Song of Heaven
Green person, Rainbow Warrior of Prophecy
Spiritual Embrace


S
weet Dreams and a Rainbow from my 
♥ 
Heart to You 
♥ 
and Yours 
 
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Tell me stories, that are bold. I understand, what's been told. It's a heart, we need inside, the song of love, that lends our hide (the skin of our soul, the four sacred directions of the rainbow colors, 

our tools of light, 
the holy temple of the buffalo home, the place we often hide behind, our feelings, that want to touch the sky
).


It's a buffalo home (four sacred directions in rainbow colors, we all carry, we are the rainbow clan), where we reside. 
It's a buffalo home, our paradise. 
It's a rolling hill (rainbow colors) in paradise, God gave us green grass (embrace of oneness), to live in a hide (Rainbow Clan). God gave us love, to feel our pride. And it's a buffalo home, the place I roam (where my soul comes from). God gifts me true, it's blue (relatives true). The heart of me and you. And when that river flows, we are the golden know.  And love is bold, to tell and show, that love guides us on the road to know.


It's a buffalo home, our paradise (dreams come true).
It's a buffalo home, our grand device (serving a purpose).
It's a buffalo home, where rainbows glow (the flesh, the red road, grows).
It's a buffalo home, where God does flow (the soul, the blue road, knows).





Next to the fields, where the creek down wander (roots). Flowers and orchards do reveal.  It's a
place, God gives beginning (circle of life), to share the holy sacred bounty of our love.
Tell me your stories, reveal your heart's soul. Sing me your journey, tell me, what's so bold. Know it's a glory, from paradise told, the stars from heaven. The blindness of the sky, the greatest embrace, I don't even know why 
(relatives to the Rainbow Clan, leading the physical world of paradise). 
But here in my heart, I do believe 
God is here to witness me. I am the soul, that lingers to eternity.


Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother. 


Sufi Site for Children of any age, short stories to share nightly, http://www.petama.ch/pagese/PersonE/E-Jataka.html  Share your stories too, email alightfromwithin@gmail.com Thank you!



Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
 
 

She Bellows Forth Wisdom, to cherish the Seasons, to bring love to life even in strife. The welcome of a heart within all life. Her name is Southern Season (Heavenly Mission) the grace with a meaning. Give here latitude with magnitude and you'll sea her embrace leaves you leaping for joy, open arms that hold and fill wholes. Welcome to our Song of Heaven (Earthly, tools of Rainbow Colors)

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