The Sacred Waterfalls. My heart knows this is my grandfather's home where the water is fresh and clear. The voices of the ancient ones whispering stories. The Native American flute dancing into your dreams like the storyteller of ancient times

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Sacred Waterfall

As the mist rises from the pool and the sound of the falling water caresses the rocks. The shimmering sunlight sparkles and dances across the water as it makes its way down stream. In the reflection of the water I see gleaming rays shining through the tops of the trees as the gentle wind blows the leaves and changes the many dapple colors of green. The Great Spirit is all around me as I begin to play my grandfather’s magic flute. The birds are singing their lovely songs with me as play and play for ever and a day in the warmth of a summer dream. The spirits take me in their arms and fill my soul with song. My heart knows this is my grandfather’s home where the water is fresh and clear. The voices of the ancient ones whispering stories of the deer that came here to drink and the fish that make this their home. I know this place where my ancestors made their camps and raised their children it is
Sacred to me
Spirit
john de boer
We all have a song inside us it tells us who we are.
Mitakuye Oyasin !! (we are all related)
Witsatologi nihi! ~Many blessings to you~

Sacred Waterfall

As the mist rises from the pool and the sound of the falling water caresses the rocks. The shimmering sunlight sparkles and dances across the water as it makes its way down stream. In the reflection of the water I see gleaming rays shining through the tops of the trees as the gentle wind blows the leaves and changes the many dapple colors of green. The Great Spirit is all around me as I begin to play my grandfather’s magic flute. The birds are singing their lovely songs with me as play and play for ever and a day in the warmth of a summer dream. The spirits take me in their arms and fill my soul with song. My heart knows this is my grandfather’s home where the water is fresh and clear. The voices of the ancient ones whispering stories of the deer that came here to drink and the fish that make this their home. I know this place where my ancestors made their camps and raised their children it is
Sacred to me
Spirit
john de boer
We all have a song inside us it tells us who we are.
Mitakuye Oyasin !! (we are all related)
Witsatologi nihi! ~Many blessings to you~