|Tunisia Oasis, Grandmother Rocks Us To and Fro|
Hearing the winds always tells a story. You can hear all the crows tell us about Grandmother Dream space, the journey within all of us that we share. Here the web of all life stands before us.
Having the throne thrust onto all of mankind means the coming of brotherhood, the golden age (two rolling hills behind, to rolling hills ahead, we stand between that ages of time, sands chime). We share our dreams together and sing to the winds, what our hearts know inside all the sins. Yet, we pray for our hearts to find their waves, into the heart of each other. True are those who know the heavenly blue, inside of each other, is the oasis upon the sand dunes. And as time blows on by, we prepare for the greatest dream we could ever imagine, the third yellow rolling hill in time, where the sands of time, join together heaven upon this world.
We bow and share with you, a song that shines for you. And tears that fall inside the dry halls, to know abundance comes to those who long for bloom, the heart of those who swoon. Take flight, for freedom is on it's way. Hip hip hooray.
your devoted servants, White Buffalo Calf Woman and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star
elders of the rainbow clan, the arc of the covenant that shines, to stand up for the law of love that dines, abundance for all of mankind. We wish passover for you. Let the stars shine through!
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums
|Grain of Sand|