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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Friday, July 27, 2012

A Song for You, My Butterfly!


Aho Relatives,
a song for the Butterfly

Butterfly
Is flying high
Over valleys and mountains
Spreading joy like fountains

So light as a feather
Fragile in stormy weather
Still strong to survive
All the stages in his life

Transforming is what he does
Just like that, without a fuss
Lightness is his key
To make himself totaly free
From all the heaviness of life 
Showing joy within all strife

Colors is what he brings
Showing beauty in all things
Sensitive from head to toe
Feeling comfortable high and low


Giving kisses to the flowers
Is also one of his powers
And when the sun shines
He dines, on the warm rays
Guiding towards Heaven's ways

Thank you butterfly for your medicine
You show your greatness within, 
Being small and thin

We bless you now
And make a bow
To what you represent in life
So we can make the dive
To paradise
And feel alive

Blessed Be
SS, Song of Heaven
green child, spiritual embrace
rainbow warrior 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)






Wednesday, July 25, 2012

A Garden at Play Heaven's Way!

Let us live in the heavens plate today (garden of paradise). Give us along a place to play. And within our hearts, let us leap away, into the place where glory displayed (wonder and awe). I am grateful for this cup of life, how I wish for more than this white (rainbow colors on the red road). There is heaven upon my shore (blue road), open window, longing for us to adore (it's beauty blossoming). Let the dreams in, into our hearts. Let the dream in, far from thine arc (receive on the blue road, away from the lessons on the red road, let treasures be known instead). Let the dream in, inside your soul. Then all will be wonderful open windows (vision).

Here we stand together in a rolling stream, our hearts are mighty learning to gleam. We are true to each other the best we can (we offer forgiveness), just learning how to make a stand (take our positions and duties, aligning with the Rainbow Clan, as well as Man, brotherhood demands). Time is here beckoning near, inside our souls we learn to control (awakening dreams). How we wish upon a star, makes us human, oh be far (stand back and look in glee). We are one tribe in a million (stars in the heavens). We are one tribe that is true (continues relativity and the stone stream). For all our relations are part of this view, the dream of me and you.  Look at those stars. Look how many thus far. We are going to the place, where heaven has a taste of loving streams on the by-ways, high-way, low-waves. There is a place we praise. Heavenly doves (peaceful) come into our hearts, the soul is beckoning for us to arc (bow together). And when we sing our souls will bring, the mighty stallion (soul) running (flight over rolling hills) in our dreams.

We are in the valley of the darkness this far, it's death (rebirth in darkness and tears) and confusion (stepping stone, lesson that reveals, reflection helps us seal - the deal, arph arph-sound of an ocean seal, part of the wheel), I know we must part (divine shards of light), but as we fly in our dreams, we wonder, how far we really are seams (bound and sown). Together, together, our places in time. Together, together, now it's time to chime. Together, together, the song that sings, we are relatives "Mighty We Bring".  Holy are you, and Sacred are we. Heaven merge together, for all to be a sea (envisioning dreams together). And when the weather changes, our saints come to pass (age old wisdom of the flesh), because we are mighty civilians* (peaceful relatives on the tree of life) that gonna last (ancient wisdom of the soul). Yes, we will blast. We will save our souls.  We will be heavenly, the place where earth turns to gold. The place where earth turns to gold (all our dreams come true, peaceful relations with you). 

*Civilian:  The word "civilian" goes back to the late 14th Century and is from Old French civilien, "of the civil law". It was used to refer to judges, lawyers, firemen, police, and other civil servants. Civilian is believed to have been used to refer to "non-combatants" as early as 1829.


Southern Season our Song of Heaven's sacred song blessing, the green child (green, red/crown, aqua, gray), from the heart of our Princess of the House of David. You can find her at song-of-heaven.blogspot.com White Buffalo Calf Woman sings, crystal child (crystal/crown, yellow, green, gray) and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums, lavender child (lavender/crown, yellow, aqua, gray), elders of the rainbow clan. We three, the House of David, bring hope for the beloved children of the Rainbow Clan.

 
 
 Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy 
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Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!
http://sacredsongblessings.blogspot.com/2012/07/a-garden-at-play-heavens-way.html


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)

Blessings Welcome Into My Heart