White Buffalo Calf Woman sings: Great Mother We Long For Your Caress

[White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother]

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Great Mother We Long For Your Caress
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Great Mother We Long For Your Caress

We feel the winds blowing like colors that shine true. Your tides help us to glide over many a sore. And we did wonder at your majesty as you painted the sky telling us to chime. We glistened to our hearts to make us become better at our sparks, where the hues of all that was and is to enthrone was part of this world. You showed us how to billow like sails. Your long hair shined like capsules in the sky. We did take to this place and wondered about our cries. We wailed and sighed, because we did not always understand about the world we partook in with so much sin. We wanted to bring home the working of men, in a good way. And your colors helped us to be guided, the reflections you showed us in the painted sky.

We will become the place of greatness with your caress, your kiss. You will show us the way, if we long for our praise to find your haze, the filaments of your long hair. We shall ride the lanes of all the colors you prescribed. We will take care of your kingdom, with the help of your children. We will pray with Great Father each day. We will become like holy ghosts, who took forth, the dawning of your songing, the truth of all you declare, that heaven is the mission upon the airs.

We fold to the reflection you gifted to us and learned about how to bring us to the land of many colors. We wanted to share it with the world, how to become the wonder of the stars that blew through to guide us to the good knews. We wanted to shine forth the place of the North, the Northwest (reflecting Northeast) along the journey towards honey, the sweetness of our sovereignty. We share this place where the milky way caressed us in the dew, the magical tools.

Great Mother we long for your caress, your blessed. Great Mother we cry for you. Great Mother show us to become true. Great Mother we love you. Great Mother what shall we dew. Great Mother, it is time. We will listen to your glisten. We will cry tears for you. We will show the world there is a better way. We will shine like the colors you bask for us to the task. We will become the wonder of the stars. And with this hope, we will learn to grope at the stars, where you lie your head down and dream for us a better world.

It is time, you know it is time. And with each tree that stands and falls, we hear it all. With each star that shines upwards and each star that falls towards earth, we will remember the glide, to travel from the distant calling. We will dance and sparkle to this dream with you and show you, we have good tools. For you gifted to us a perfect love, even when we went so very wrong, you still gifted to us a good song. And when we wanted more to become, we only had to lift our hearts up to see you in the sky. And when we fell down, all we had to do was bow down and kiss your breast (baby child pure, mountains that climbed to touch the stars and valleys that spilled the rivers of love), tender true, for you gifted to us sustenance too.

Where heaven said it all, we were willing to know all of the clouds. And as angels came by to tell us about the heavenly cries, we did sing for you, to help you, to be guided by your very hues. Angel who drifted by, let me sing your song to help everyone along. Where you stand the mission at hand, the waking of it all, we wanted to call, yet somehow the pushing of love did not take hold like they wanted so we had a mission, where the sounding pushed back those in disguise, with heavenly wise. We did hold you close and you bowed of course. You gifted your tears to grow upon this world. You showed us how to bring in the holy and true. You showed us how to bring in the good knews. Even with a devils face, to disguise those who lost the race, we removed the mask and a beautiful angel appeared because you loved those who were true blue. And your tears and your bow showed to use the rainbow. Our tears were bountiful with your love and the river did consume all we did in the groves and the rivers flowed from both eyes, over the rolling hills. Thank you my beloved for your heart shined all the majesty of the hues. And you gifted more than I can perceive, you gifted a heart without disease, a heart pure and with this land, in your command, we will stand, the pure of heart. And together we will find the promise land. We will become the children of God, the land of the holy sod. You put your mask on once again, take up your sword and fight the devils on the land. You drop stones of every color to pay homage to the stars, to the kingdom that is large, to the throne of the people who stood forth for the good cause. We love you more than we can say, because you brought to us the faithful ray. There she flies with angel eyes (and her devils mask to disguise herself among the unworthy).

Reflections upon the reflections did we cry for the hues, the colors that shined the songs in our hearts, the place where the holiest of arks came to and fro to billow in the snow, where light and dark became one parting. We did sing to this land, the shadows that did take control and demand the level of understanding from the heart. You Great Mother and all of your fighting angels, showed us the true blue, the heart with good knews. We did wing for the places that needed the haste, the fastening of the crib, the daughter with the rib, the breath of life we did sift. We baked the bread and awaited for the read (red road of holy people), a reflection of the good. And until that day, we will pray and wish upon the stars, in order we can take care of your sacred yard.

Go to her garden and show divine love among the devils who are untrue, we will not fool you, but become the cruel to you, for you must learn to bow to be true. We will share a heavy hand to make everyone understand, that LOVE RULES THIS LAND.

White Buffalo Calf Woman sings to help everyone understand, the mission upon this land is the hues that paint the sky, the holy place that brings us to this place, the making of a good plain, the sacredness of the train (mystical trail). We will wail. We will shine true the land of the blue, the land of all that is cruel, will come up smelling like roses when we infuse our love into the cries of the people. We wills sail through, with a tough hand, only a Mother will know how to demand. Twin Deer Mother stands, with the many notes, the spokes, the hues upon the sky, the place where we realized that love rules the skies (all the colors, all the hues, all the fires, all the abuse, love is the good knews that brings the tough to the tender hearted). Love rules.

Great Mother We Long For Your Caress, your Tender Kiss.

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