Which Way Do I Run? Is it To and Fro, the Dance of Love?

My life is overcome, which way do I run?  I know all is fun if I run.  If I cry.  If I run.  Come and hold my hands.  I will understand.  God is everyone, come let's dance and have some fun.  Glory Bee the day, when my love, saves your way.  I will hold your hand.  And I will make a stand.

It's the heart that runs.  It's a farm that leads the way.  It's the glory of the day, when the sun finds the way.  Come my darling, hold my hand.  I will be hear, to make a stand.  I will long for better days.  I will run and play. You seem to walk away.  But I know your glory is to play.  I know you have much to say, just come here and save the day. 

My love where do you go? I am the perfect snow (crystalline stone river of perfection, where love flows). I will hold your hands.  I will always understand.  Yesterday is far-a-way, but you need to forgive that day.  Yesterday I needed you sow (planting the seeds of love), but you did not glow (the flesh did not carry out the heart).

Today, I will follow you.  Today, I will have a new view.  Today, I grow inside your view.  We are going home to stay.  Glory Bee, the new devoted way.  Glory Bee, my heart can say, I will love you eternally. I will always find thee.  Now is the time, to glue to mine.  Now it's time to find the time.  Now it's time to give your heart.  I will make it start. 

Go ahead and hate my glow (flesh).  Go ahead and hate the flow (soul).  But I will be here anyway.  I will love you through the day.  I will be tomorrow's breeze.  I will love for eternity.  I will always hold your hand, because God always makes a stand. Because God "here I am".  Because I am, the loving hand......

Sacred Heart Song for Grandmother Dives From the Sky, our Two Foot Club, sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, sacred drumbeat by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, your Father Red Hand.

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Each day, the heart flows generously to the open hand, God billows sails for us to flow, and when we reach our portal of space, what is divine grace, but the heart of an open door, who allows us to be who we are, where we go and flow.  Where we come to greet the rising sun.  Where we worship the Great Stream, as we are part of this dream.  Blessings every day, offering fire in all we do and say.  WE do gift the purified stream, where the water cleanses every thing.  My relatives I do dream, that I am your heart and the spring.  Here you can come to drink, and know you are the truth of love.  Come and hold my hand.  Come and I will understand.  Come and bee (impossible dream realized) with me, and we shall fly into divinity.  Let us bee, the dreams unfold.  Let us bee the heart untold (to utter).  Let us sing, to know Angel songs, that our heart, wants to come out from our hides and bee told.

Grandmother Dives from the Sky, Bearing Pain for the Lakota Heart. White Buffalo Calf Woman Help Us All

Sacred Heart Song for Grandmother Dives from the sky, our Two Foot Club, Bearing Pain for the Lakota Heart.  Sacred Drum Beat Begins by Holiness David Running Eagle Binding Us to Love

What way does my heart flow? What  way do I go?  I have so many relatives, they don't know which way to go.  I am so broken hearted.  I can feel their pain.  I am with such sorrow.  (swelling tears). I cannot feel any pain.

My heart looms forever, but they don't see the pain (others, not native).  What is glory inside me, when my relatives finds no gain?  There is so much violence, I simply don't know what to do.  My heart is broken forever, if we don't find the bloom. (swelling tears). 

How can I bee wishing for the hand of God, when White Buffalo Calf Woman doesn't seem to understand at all.  What makes her worship all the glory in the land, when my heart is broken, and my love hasn't a fall (I cannot even pray, to bow like the rainbow with humility, my heart is so broken hearted).

I am with the children, everyday in pain.  I can't feel their heart ache, because they don't speak at all (river of tears).  What can I do inside me, but offer the hands of embrace.  My people they ARE downtrodden, and they need love to gain.

There is so much glory, yet my heart knows no rungs (evolutionary changes).  I truly want to help the children, but I don't have any run (flowing over rolling rivers, the place God makes a stand).  Glory comes from inside you, but when you are beaten and abused, there is so little left inside to be, the glory of the hues (buffalo who roams, the four sacred directions of the rainbow colors).

We are going down a river, where so many tears do fall, and I am here swimming inside this human call.  What makes her (White Buffalo Calf Woman) want to help us, to guide us along the path?  Where does the return home come from, when the sun isn't shown?

I need more than, here say.  I need those who care.  I need wisdom from heaven, to cover up all our pain.  We need a heart of a relative, who doesn't complain in the wind.  We need those who stand up, to live in glory of sin (rise up from the ashes).  Those who shed their heartbeats, they don't know what they do, and White Buffalo Calf Woman she says, "trust all the hues".

There is so little time left.  There is so much to do.  I have to be aware now, of all the children who need.  What can I do now, but offer the embrace of love?  She (White Buffalo Calf Woman) is the glory, the fighter, to bring back harmony to me (grandmother space, where the children dream).

"Holy is the Woman", White Buffalo Calf Woman says.  But I am so shameful of all done and said.  These little children, they walk and talk a new way, but elders they seem lost now, because they have stopped, and prayed (ask but don't serve, as they have not forgiven).  They don't trust the children.  They don't trust the sky.  They don't trust the Great Spirits, oh why oh why don't I die.

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Walking inside this dreamland, the place destiny arise.  I have hope for tomorrow, because I trust the sky.  But when will White Buffalo Calf Woman start to make the imbues, changing all the colors, to align and show the good news.

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My heart it will bleed forever.  I will guide the way.  My two feet will gather all the children to pray.  What can bee done now, if we don't look a new way?  How can we show mountains, the glory of a new a day?  My heart is eternal, the dance of the rising sun, and I will bee there forever, because I love the run.

When will White Buffalo Calf Woman, walk into our hearts.  What will she do for us, but begin a holy run.  I know God has sent her.  I must trust them all, even the Great Spirits, they too have to take the fall (dive from the sky).  I hope we can gather like relatives everywhere.  I am looking for a horizon, a place to call our home.

Singing dancing the good life.  Singing dancing the praise,  hoping for a revelation, to show us a brand new day.  I am praying for a new way!

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman and Sacred Drum beat Holiness David Running Eagle for the Sacred Heart of Grandmother Dives from the sky, our Two Foot Club, who bares pain for the Lakota Heart. 
 

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There is a place where the Buffalo (flesh of earth, the light that grows, the four sacred directions, where we do) roam, and my heart does know how to roam, to be across the rolling hills, to eat of the green grass and know my fills. I am nourished by this love, the place, where I live inside the dark, the heaven calling, to fill me up. We the Rainbow Clan do know (how to drink from this spiritual cup), that we are part of this sacred show, where the Horse (soul of heaven, the heart that knows) runs wild and free, to be with Warriors, the Dog (rainbow warrior of prophecy who stands their ground) who bleeds (follows the red road, the law of love, where the fighting is for the unification of the broken heart, to bring the warrior up).