Friday, November 6, 2015


Nicole Page-Smith,


The blue light of God travels through the fields until we see the breeze. Animals are ventured forth and we stand in the garden. The garden of Earth is God's Divine garden and the fields are resplendent with trees. Birds all flock about the seed and grain and, peck at the remaining crumbs of Earth or plant life left to observe and, where, God prevails, for their daily life. Deer flock in the West and their grain and, hay or grassy foliage to eat, is well preserved by God, the gods and, the children. Men and women are well observed in the garden of love and stand there, naked for God, naked to the sunshine and, all the wild elements of nature, God entertains us with. Clothes are for the fool but, clothed, we are still observed by God, in our naked state of joy for the field, the wind, the wild element of the sky, clouds to rain and a forest for protection. Do not venture at night unto the wild terrain of God. During our day, we sleep for peace and observe, the love of God, we are asleep in his nature and are almost, unobserved, by the dangers. The deer sleep peacefully or stand in the peace of the wind and the rain. The deer smell us coming and scurry, hither and, thither, the flock, disperses and smell like rain. Clouds and thundering, rainclouds spread lightening onto the field, where, a tree is no shelter from the rain. A rainbow appears, in high, Summer and we are all of the clouds and the rain. A pungent smell of rain, fallen after rain, gives the Earth, a scent of Heaven. We are in love with God. The sky moves West, to observe, the rainclouds.

When, the hay is dry, with Summer wind, deer frolic by, they frolic, where, we are wind, for them, with our Spirit wind. Often, you find yourself drifting with your thoughts, where, the wind currents take you, away, over the lands, to your destination and a place known to your Spirit. May the wind, trespass and carry you there, to the home of the wind. The winds, bring in a scent, of the incoming rain and where, you are to transport, yourself. Listen to the wind and feel the soul and, smell of the Spirit's self, transported by the wind, the smell of rain and, salt air, spray. Drift with the Spirit wind and smell of Summer rain, the scent of Seasonal fruit and, foliage, the garden of Earthly desire, meadows and, fields of desire, for the rain. Our deer and golden meadow are one. Clouds, blow on by, over the Earth, they cast their shadow from the Sun and rapidly move along, the field's growth, dry hay to the wind. Seeds swirl about and ride with dust storms and, blow away, with the wind. We smell the rain and all is settled to dust. Spring winds, bring forth the rain and then, blue is the sky, above. On a cloudless day, the deer walk on by, to Summer and the scent of hay.

The wind is blue, with a cloudless, light, reflecting, Sun and field, above, where we are one with the hay. Golden, transported and in love with the Earth of another, day, the deer frolic, in May, with antlers resplendent. Our brother love, with love, all around and swirling with the wind, of whirl and swirl, and whirlpool, for the merry month of May, the deer are to be noticed, just watch the red one. The deer of notice, frolic on by, for love and trouble, in May, we love to love our deer of May. Sow the thoughts, of May. Now, troublesome deer have help from Earth. Take your love, away, to the heavenly, abode, of love. Our cloudless sky, in May, drifts on by. Clouds take love, away. Rain is resplendent, in May. Shining, bright, is the hay, with rain and shine, in May. Twirling like the wind and clouds, we turn and, twirl, to God. Our antlers show the way, to the sky, on a blue Summer's day. Hay and whirl and, stir. Our thoughts, drift on by like rainclouds. Summer is the day.

Drifting to the cloud of thought, we wait for the planets to arrive. Twirling and swirling in contemplation, our ideas drift up, towards the sky. When, you look at God, he answers your call. The sky responds and the clouds, retreat. In Autumn, you see the mists roll in and the clouds, lower, to the ground. Frosts and fog can be noticed, hugging the ground and it is a hoary frost, in May. The straw and hay of the fields, warms up, with the Sun and there, the damp earth, reminds you, of Summer hay. We take our thoughts, to God and are stars for him, there. The deer and the garden hare, traipse, through. Gardens of Earth and delights of a garden based in May, provide fruit for the hay and, the May birds. Full fruit, of planetary worth, drop and scatter, the floor of ground and, Earth and, hay. We trespass. The stirring life, of May, is life, for the Seasonal calendar. Our planetary thinking is governed, this way, for the merry month of May, to the love of God. We are the foals and fawns of doe in the deer and stags, are blessed, standing, near. Oh, the merry month of May.

Merry are the deer of the hay, they jump and skip and, frolic, in the hay, in May, we see their evidence and, I love the deer of the hay. We ride a time where, there was a May and planetary advise with antlers entwined. The sky looks down, from God on high and we see her, the Heaven in the sky. We see her, all around in May to September, where, the Summer months, expire. The deer, quietly, enter the forest and graze in nearby, clearings, the plains of furrow and, worth. As Autumn collects her worth of fall, leaves celebrate her name. May is to be restored next September. The deer, rest and play, in the forest, until, they are welcome, in Spring air. Gardens are of organic worth, until, nature, calls again. The Seasons play with our mind. Of nature for God, is a Heaven of worth. The deer enter their home and the forest is asleep, for another, year. Deer are home to the forest and the plants enter their phase of being, nearby. Antlers entwine, to communicate the growth and we see the raised, sheltered by the sky, for Heaven.