Twin Deer Mother notes: Blessings for the Stars

[White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother]

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Blessings for the Stars
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Blessings for the Stars

Lead my heart into this river of whishing wells. There I will bring my soul to dwell. I want to bless this stream, the location of my dream. I want to share this world with every single star above. There I sing my song and cultivate my holy yard. And when you fall from the sky, I will be waiting for some good eyes. I will plant these seeds to make miracles believe. We are together once more, the land of the rolling stones.

Blessings to the stars we dwell, our hearts will swell. Blessings to the stars in the sky, where all is culminating our cries. We are gentlemen learning to swim. We are women learning to be devoted again. And when we are lost and wanted more, just look at the stars and learn how to adore. All the blessings will fall, upon the sacred yard.

Come my children longing for this breeze, shattered in all disease. Yet if we cry our names, love will be no more shamed. We are locating from the sky and learning how to bring in our cries. We will become this land, born again, we will stand.

From afar, the distance of this yard, the holy place I stand, the light against all that is man, yet if I sing my song today, I will learn to plant the rows okay, where all will become dreams come true, because I love you. Blessings from the stars we say. Blessings from far away. Blessings come into my dreams. Blessings I will plant this stream. Blessings into this land, I will share my heart in bands. And where you go I will flow, the blessings of the rolling stones.

Till this earth become the holy garden we will succumb to the blessings that fall from the sky. And with each diamond that rings, our holy heart will sing. We are born again, the love that lives in the winds. Come my children from far away, it is time for us to bow and pray, where the rainbow remembers us, the sacred living in the gust. We will share a mighty tree, where all the stars will beam. And together the love we share, will be there in the open airs. Blessings for you. Blessings for me.

Twin Deer Mother notes, the holy cosmic spokes, the tethering of our lives, the holy ghost that cries. And with this well of divinity, the song will help us scream, with holy devotion our cries, the waking of the song's lullaby.

Father Red Hand knows the holy spokes that dispose, the heartbeat in every child, the innocent that smiles. And with this walk about we pray, the holy smoke will find your daze, to bring you home once more, the place we have enstore. Blessings to the holy sky. Blessings to the prayers we cry. Blessings to everyone, bringing home even the sacred stones, those who are lost and lonely cry to make them true and wise, from the sins they live, we gift them love again.

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