All Hallowed Eve Fields of Leaves

Relative Leaves,

(singing) We on the tree of life, salute you, to the drifting sands of time, the cosmic dust does bind. In our hallowed fields, we bless and purify all the stains, to allow the great light from within to shine a beam. Many shooting streams of abundance does flow, when we listen with our hearts that also glow. A measure is such as a stare, to look at what does have aware. Each a relative who needs some love, just in time to feel the world. Heaven sent us to be divine, just one more hill, just one more time. And there we stand, to hold onto the winds, where it's heavenly beams again.

In the winds that blow sow free, just to plant the fields of wheat (abundant for all). The many glowing golden fields, where brotherhood is living and real. Each of us a place to shine, just like those who are not of light, but in darkness they do sing, as our Angels heaven brings. And as we hear the guardians call, just to tell us, it's loving all. We are learning to collide once more, with a passion, where water burns the tall. And if heaven weeps and urns, then we are supplanted to gift her burns. And we spark with loving glares, just to look at one more glare. Light of fire, take me home, where I can breath and hold a horn. I will blow out to the world, it's time to bring in loving norms.

In remembering all spirits live, seen or unseen, it's the drift (cosmic dust). Learning to look within our souls, to feel the winds that blow on through. And when we don't understand our way, we purify our fields for play. Those who will not bow, we say another day. We demand the call of love all the way. There we stand in one circle, one sound of cheer, to say, that love lives in hear. (talking) Are you listening?

(singing) Stand up inside where the fields are green (river of stones), the spiritual come out to breath. We will bless you and send you on your way. Happy journeys is what we say. When you come back, tell us more. We want to whisper all we say. And when it's time to share thine heart, I will remember we did our part. 

Smoking diamonds in the ruff (woof), tell me truly, "Is it enough?".  We linger on, for another day, then holy pure comes to light the way. Then holy pure comes to light the way, a striking fire, blooming wondrous arrays.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings

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