Friday, January 29, 2016

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Nicole Page-Smith,

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The garden has you observe the planets, in the evening when, the gods trespass, through. The gods are there, in the day, too, but are as translucent as the clouds and we see the air that way. Clouds and transparent air are observed in the blue sky. Plants, in the garden of love, take you through the forest and are observed on the other side, in the clearings. The magical gardens, inside the forest, take you on a journey, through, your mind. When, you enter the forest, gardens of thought, are observed, with the gods and the planets. Garden history takes us to where we came from and you feel as familiar with the ancient plant life as you do with extinct species of creatures and animals like dinosaurs. In the ancient forests, with the older plant species, the magic of the forest takes you to, love in the garden. Do we ride dinosaurs and woolly mammoths, in our mind? We see the golden deer there, too and they are as translucent as rain clouds, in Heaven. The gods see through, the golden deer, to their magical lineage and we are there to observe their horns. The deer antlers are as organic as plant life, where, they grow and entwine like gods through the cosmos. Plant life and gardens grow through our mind as tendrils, may tend to sprout, through our ears, if we were entwined with garden plants through our body. The heart tends to grow with more love.

The blue sky above takes us to Heaven and here, like angels in the sky we fly like birds and drift with clouds. In Heaven, you become one with the air, around you. We are as transparent as the Spirit is air. In Heaven you notice the ground and you trespass as you walk. To see Heaven is to see the sky but the garden holds your heart. We are as entwined with nature as we are with the Earth. Plant life grows like the love in our heart. Trees grow in the forest's growth and plants are noticed, where the gods, placed them. The planets are noticed as the plants grow in the garden, for the calendar is the zodiac of the gods. The planets have the names of gods as they were noticed in the garden in Spring weather through to the Autumn leaves and the leaves fall on the ground, for us to notice our cycle of life and, death. The cycle of the planets is inclusive. We have planets to remind us of the cycle of Christianity and when, God observes, the golden tree, the knowledge of our heart, the golden bough. Plants are golden there, in Heaven like the deer and we see the colors of our ascension, to God. Plants are the gods as God is the plants and then, we see our ascension. Plants take you to Heaven.

In Heaven, there are golden trees and the garden is how we see Heaven, on golden feet. The garden is the forest and when, you are in Heaven, you see the love of the forest and the trees look resplendent. You walk in golden light, for God, to observe, where, you tread. All around, you see love. The birds, talk about, love in the trees and the plants grow forth. Trees grow towards the sky so, our mind, travels upwards, to where, God lives, in the sky. Trees lead your mind, to the sky, in Heaven. The sky is blue, in Heaven. Heaven is where God lives on Earth, too and in your heart you see his golden light, shine forth like the Sun on a bright sunny day. The Sun is golden. A golden room is for your ceiling. Walking through Heaven is to walk through, your garden and your forest grows tall. We are like the tree that grows tall. You could imagine branches continuing to grow out your fingers and the tree trunk to form your breast. Where, our feet embrace the Earth, we grow roots. The wind in the trees is our willow and our feet is our home. Trees love the forest to love you and when, you become tree you become life. Life in the forest is like love in the heart, you find Heaven, there. Heaven take me to my home, in the golden heart and Heaven close the door. Love God to love your forest's heart.

In the forest are creatures and plants of a coloured variety. The colour of ascension holds the heart and the colours are for the reflection of Heaven and reflect the colours of the planets. We are, influenced, by the planets, in our heart as we are, rewarded, by God. The planets and the cycle of the Seasons participate in everything Earth would find in the forest, including the heart. Other planets are influenced by the cycles God places in the Universe such as the cycle of the Sun. The creatures and plants of the forest require information from the planetary cycle and our heart is of a similar ascension. The Sun and the moon circulate like the planets around the Earth. Certain plants and animals are born of a Christian day, to God. Our heart transpires. Seasonal and golden are the products of the Earth as is love in the heart. Plants find their sweethearts with the help of bumblebees and God and then, there is a revolution of the Sun, for the moon to observe. Creatures of the forest do find a territory. The heart is Divine and shines with reflection. We are all the reflection of God and our heart holds the key.

A Divine reflection of Heaven is God. Love is the colour of the planets. Golden are the forest deer. Creatures of the forest shine for one another with the camouflage of their reflection. Horns and antlers suit the doe. The reflection of golden colours in the heart has plants curl around your feet. The colour is known as fawns are known to stag and doe, to deer. Colours of ascension are the colours of the planets from doe to deer. The deer see their golden light in one another as it shines through their hearts. Plants curl around our toes. The feet of the deer are golden and that is their sign for God, they trespass the Earth. Plants entwine, going up your leg and growing as veins would, enveloping the stump. Golden is the light of God when, our heart reflects Heaven. The heavenly, planets, are an orb, for God and we shine in his light. Our golden light is upon us. The planets are our reflection and that is why we reflect Heaven but, our Divine heart, is for God, to trespass. Heaven in the heart is the golden deer and they are bathed in each other's golden light. The plants travel through our veins. Golden is the colour and Divine is God. The plants grow through your heart.











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Friday, January 22, 2016

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Nicole Page-Smith,

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Fields and deer are dear oh near and, near oh near are they. Happily the deer tread, through, the hay of hay wheel, May. Grass and May, of seed and, hay are hay and, hay of May. We roll and tumble. The West wind blows, in May. Sky and deer of cloudless sky, of fields of gods and hay, are always, there, in May. The form of God is hay for deer and May for the gods of the hay and, gods take May to hay. Wind blow through, the hay in May, for deer are there, to play. 

Wind blow, West, East and blow, again. The deer frolic and then, they play. We are blessed in the merry month of May. There, the wind blows through the hay. Now, hay to wheel and hay to play, wheel, through, the hay, in May. Winds blow to East, South, West and blow and, blow, merrily, away. Deer play for May and wheel and, May some more, for May and, hay come, close, to play. A deer in the hay is two for May. In the May for hay and, hay and May, we bless, the Earth. Sky and planets, wheel away and deer, bless the Earth, while, antlers are on display. Rearing up, stags fight and rear up, some more. To play and test and, love and, wheel, the stags win their mate. Doe and deer, stag and doe, have for fawn, the grass and seed, for wheel. We love the merry doe in the foal. Foal of deer and fawn for some, see stag, stand, forever more. On brook and stream and, to the West, is where you will notice them and stay and sway and, deer and, notice her, in play. Antlers rest. Stag to doe is love in the hay and May is doe to deer. We love you forever, doe and deer and, fawn to seed, some more. Of love for seed forever, worth and love forever, God bless the Earth.

Seed and grain, and grain of Earth, are seed, forever more. The Earth, be blessed. Earth to seed is seed to grain and Earth to seed, no more. The Earth has seed and grain to Earth, and Earth, to the forever more, to Earth by house. House and Earth are seed to grain and, love is by the brook. Brook is brook, to brook, in the book but, do not tell forever more. Now, seed to grain love brook to book and seed to love and, worth. Do not tell the deer you were in the woods or they will scare. Dare to love the deer in the woods. The stream of love and plenty worth, travelled on by. Earth is the true home of God. Gods of worth and Earth, of near and far, are for the deer. Seeds are for the worth. Earth to Earth, is for the planet of worth, so near and far. Deer do trespass, tra, la, la but, nearer are their worth. Of deer so, near and near so, dear of love and, love and, worth, tra, la, la and, dance for the deer for near is deer and far, tra, la, la. We love to love the Earth so, dear where, love is love on Earth.

The love on Earth is for plants of love and deer to walk them by. Do we trespass in the garden or is love, the love of another, name? To the garden are the plants, who love your name when, your name is deer. The deer of worth do trespass your name. Tres and pass is to the game. Do no trespass for game have a name. To pass on by is love for the tree but, to walk on names, is a deer of worth. We have names in the forest and gardens of worth but, deer call themselves, foe and, deer of worth. Names are foe and for, and forward walk, through and through, the forest, the deer do walk. Walk on through and through. We trespassed the forest, today. The names of worth did say. We love and love and, do and do. For then, we are, of the affair. Affairs of love are, an affair, to do. Do fare well with the deer. Golden is the hare. Golden is the forest and golden is the garden of love as we trespass, to the forest. Will you meet the Saint in the forest of worth or will he meet you? God tell him so. Plants and deer, of deer alike are pleasant foe. To the planet of worth, is where we live, for the forever and forever more. Forever more and on the more, forever, a more is more and more. To the love of God, Heaven is forever, more. I love you, God.

Love is forever, in Heaven. As we travel, North, the plants disperse and walk is walk, no more. Deer are golden and translucent is their antler horns, for we see through them as we see God, for God is through the horns. The sky of worth is to be seen and skies look through, the clouds. We see her reflected, a God of Christian worth. Planets tell our name day Sun, of Earth and water and Earth. We are planets where, she is worth and her name is Mother Earth. The Earth resides in the Sun. Our Mother, is reflected, all around us, for we are her name. Mother they call her, Earth to some and then, we plant the seed. Our planet's worth have seed no more, for we are of the Christian faith, to birth our right, for Christians travelled, through. Of mother is our Virgin right. Mother and Earth, are Virgin, born, for she was he, once upon the while, of plenty, near and far. Far to near is far for some and Mother Earth was her name. We are jewels of the crown for her and Mother, is her birth. The plants are of golden ascension there, for planets were her worth and gods tell her, her birth, there, in Mother Earth. We are all in a circle and Cross her birth. The gods told her, so.











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Friday, January 15, 2016

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Nicole Page-Smith,

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Gardens are love, in the garden of love and there, we find the beautiful, observations, of God. Tranquil, is the peace, in the garden as the birds call your name, they fly all around you and take your love to God, where, you are ascended, into a heightened, state of being. Spirits of love, find your love ascended, there, in the garden, on a bright sunlit day, where, in a euphoria, your love, is transcended. Transcendence, from the state of love, in the garden, to love in your heart, is a spiritual vocation. Love in the garden of the Spirit takes you to your heart and ascension is trumpeted for the angels of worth. Gardens and angels, combine well, for God, for both, equal love in the heart, of philosophy. The garden's Spirit takes you to an understanding of love, known to the Spirit, for of love and the garden, are wealth for the heart. Divine is the garden of love. Ascension is the color of love. Angels reside in your heart. Gardens have been well manicured, for centuries, with patterns of design, leading your heart to God. Angels live there. 

In your garden, you are, blessed, by angels and deer live there, too. Angels and deer equal the love of God. In your garden of love deer trespass, through and walk along their passageway. Through, the darkened forest, on a sunlit day, deer find refuge, in the cool air. The purples and darkened forest lighting, would smell of the dark, cool, breezes, through, forest plants as the deer, would pass through, standing silent, sometimes, to observe. The forest is a nice, cool, place on a bright lit, sunny day. Other, creatures frequent the forest, in the treetops, where birds fly around in peace. The forest floor is a different, matter and beware of where, the pond creatures live for streams and brooks travel on by. There are nymphs and water gods, there, too, so, take care, in the forest, at night. The dragon's tooth is sown, nearby, so, the fields can be dangerous, by day. Deer pass on by. Fields of love and tumble worth are for the gaze of the herd, only. Hay to tumble is for the deer and do tell his antlers, May, for the seed of worth, is plenty of worth.

Dragons and hills, travel forward, in May and hills and, tumble and, hay. We are the antlers and worth is the forest, for plants, are only, a stream, away. Deer are the hay wheel and wheels, wheel and wheel, the Earth and spin around, the hay. Spinning around, the globe, the world, spins the Earth, all day and spins and, spins like the Sun, around, the planets, of the Sun. We wheel and Universe spin and, wheel and, all around, spin. The Earth spins and wheels and, the planets move around, they spin and wheel, and the stars circle and wheel, for hay day.

 When, the planets align, for the sacred day of Earth, our Universe rejoices, with the gods. Hay and wheel and, the planting of the seed, occurs, on the Divine, Earth, day, of Heaven. The fields celebrate, with the golden time, of hay. Hay of wheel and gods of love, bring forth, the deer.  Antlers of Universe, tell gods of field, to love the hay of May. The planets spin and Universe goes on spinning, for the hay, we are only a merry month of May, in the hay. Deer are walking with gods of hay and wheel to love the merry, fields, while, hay and fields, communicate, to planets and gods, Universes, away, from hay and, seed and, wheel and, God took deer to hay. For the planets of May, to observe deer and fields and hay, gods and angels, tell God. The Season bursts into bloom and deer and fawn, stag and doe, spring forth with the abundance of hay, in May, Springtime, for the hay. Dry fields of May, have blue sky, above and cloudless is the month of May. Deer are golden for the hay with love for gods and Seasons, to obey, as we all love the warmth, of May. Blow the wind, blows through, the fields, even on a cloudless day. West, South, East, will wind oh wisp, blow merrily, merrily, away. Spring is for the month of May. 

When the gods hear the wind blowing, through, the fields, they appear. Wind oh wind oh willow wisp, away. May and fruit and, flower and, she dances merrily for hay. Gods of Earth and Earth of May, dance and, dance the hay. We hear the deer of May, although, silently, the deer walk, away, to the South. The wind blows from North to South, where, westerly Seasons blow. Wind and breeze and, wind and, wind, blow hay and, breezes through, wind and, stream, of nymph and, god of worth. When, the wind carries the wind, along, down brook and stream of worth and, to the merry deer, the fields of know and, plenty worth take trespass, near and far. Fields tell angels, deer are near and gods laugh happily, in play.












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Friday, January 8, 2016

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Nicole Page-Smith, 

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Blue is the blue of the May, blue sky and blue is blue. Heaven is Heaven and Heaven is blue. On a cloudless day, you dream of Heaven, in the deep of the deep blue sky and clouds float on by, in Heaven, where, the sky is blue. Heaven is the blue of the sky, where, the sky is blue. On a clear day, in Heaven, the clouds pass you by and Heaven is the sky. With a reflection of Heaven, in the sky, we see ourselves reflected, in the sky. If you are Heaven in the heart, you are Heaven in the sky. More and more Heaven, is more and, more sky. The breeze of air and cool, are Summer breezes, in the cloudless, night. In cool of shade and tree, Summer has warmer weather, to transpire. Spring of breeze is wind of cloudless sky and blue is the merry scent of sky and, breeze, all day. To Heaven is the color of the sky. We love in May of Spring and air and, love all Spring come Summer sky. Cloudless is May, for the sky. Love of Heaven and May is love and, love is Heaven, for God. Blue is the color of Heaven and blue is the color of the sky. 

When, the sky is blue we are in Heaven. Heaven for the deer is the color of the sky and they stand amongst the fields as part of nature, in the grass, honoring God. Their love of the fields can be felt by their serene countenance as when, deer face the sky, they face God. Gentle is the wind. On the Spring days, close to Summer, deer flock and gather, where, the fields and, hay, are dry. Hay is the nourishment and deer are the hay. When, we circle, they gather and gather in the fields. Circling and gathering has been occurring for centuries and, they circle with the moon as it transpires, there is a quarter moon to full moon and, then, the circle grows to gather. The circles inform the deer about their antlers and the moon carries on its course, of the moon. A moon gathers weight as it cycles in the fields. The moon gathers strength as it waxes and wanes and, circles around, the field's Earth. Are we deer to God, where, he is moon or are we Earth? We are Earth and moon, where, he is God and, deer, and, we are fields and, sunshine where, God is deer with love. The circles of field take the moon of another, cycle, where, the deer enter, the domain of Heaven.

Deer are in the gardens of May and frolic forth, for the hay. We in May, are May of deer, for May of deer, are hay of May. The deer of the dear gardens of May, are dear to the garden as deer are dear, to the hay. Gardens and May are as synonymous with deer as deer is with the hay. Dear oh dear, oh hay, oh deer, are hay and dear, oh dear. We are hay, of the May and deer of the hay, to the garden. Gardens grow forth. With garden May and love of the garden and, gardens of May to the deer, we are hay. Hay and May are deer, for dear is the love of May, where, gardens are a delightful growth, of plentiful, deer. Deer are the antlers of May. Antlers and May make hay. Hay can be dear to the deer but, May is more, dear and love is the hay, to the deer, in May. We are in love with the hay like deer are in love with the May, for love in Spring is hay. Spring and May love deer. With the gardens oh scenting, for love in the hay, of May and scents of the Spring, May, air, we love our gardens, of May. Love and deer, love Spring in the May, for plants are golden sunlight. Sun and Spring twirl, tra, la, la and circle around, your daylight garden and at night we are Spring, to the deer, for the scent of the forest, is near. Forests are Spring to the deer.

In the garden of May, we are garden and gardens are garden, to May. Garden is the name of May, for Spring is the Season. The garden takes us on a journey, for we are, the pathway. Gardens take you to the Universe as we are on a cycle with the Sun and the moon. The stars shine, brightly, at nighttime, for we are the garden and spinning and, circling with the moonlight, the cycle of God in the garden, of May. We spin and are Universes where, the gods are planted, in the garden. Universes are Universes away as we spin and enjoy the sunlight. The gardens are garden but we are the May. Plants, plant themselves, sometimes, while, gardeners, bumblebee, away. Are we gardens or plants, we ask ourselves, while the planets, turn merrily, away. In May, we are the seed of the garden and in Spring, we are the gardens, of May. Gardens are Spring and turning, our planet, someway. The way to Spring is the garden. Spring, May and garden, are a delight, for the playful, deer. We enter the forest, at sundown and gardens rest you, there. Spring, oh cheer, of deer and garden, spin and, twirl, oh circle, away and, then, there is another, day. Rest there, awhile, in the garden and have our Earth, be the love, of May.

There is love in the garden of May. Gardens of Spring are full of Spring and Summer rain, where, love transpires, in May. As you move your thoughts, down, through, the garden plants, they circulate, away. Universes and planets inform the gods and, the ground produces extraordinary species of a new, formed, variety, of growth. The plants grow to larger, more developed, proportions, than, previously observed and with the warmth of the ground, with westerly breezes, plants start enveloping, the Earth. Jungle growth of plants, thriving, uncared for, twist and turn, through, the Earth, where, vines and, hanging trees, meet other, large, flat leaf, varieties of plants, on the ground. The garden of love is a tangled, organic, delight and growing with forms of well, rooted, plants, to observe, the mass of growth, secures itself, to the Earth. The Divine form of love has entanglement and is rooted in your heart as plants are in the garden, they grow and you grow with them. Growth and decay are a generation and we grow to observe God's love, where, growth is the garden of love.











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