Nicole Page-Smith
Angels, fly
Our life includes the distance of the moon.
The distance between the Sun and the moon is time in the knowing and we journey forth. Angels fly. Flying with the angels we know. We know the Sun. Sun and moon and the stars are one and as we fly towards the Sun we are like the flight of birds. Flying we become Sun. All angels are the Sun we are like the flight of birds. Flying we become Sun. All angels are the Sun but ah the moon. The moon is in reflection of the Sun. Shining on Earth we are reflected and our lights reflection on Earth shows us the reflected light to follow. Earth in reflection of the Sun provides the angel. Time is our angel but the Sun is like a contemplation of our life. Birds shimmer and dart about in the light.
The light of god, the golden light of God has angels fly through yellow, then orange. Swallows dart forth as though the pairing and their passion carries them along the currents of warm air. Darkness seems to follow them as though the death of Christ and almost sadness permeates. However, the romanic idea takes us with darker angels. You wonder about God's message in the garden. Did humans exist before we knew how to fly? Angels, fly. The colours of rainbows have streams and all manner of vapour in the sky stream the light of angels in the garden. Gardens once for god disappeared before the moon. There was life on Earth but it disappeared, too. The darkened angels were from another universe and had to come back to Earth to warn the people. Swallows dart and you find a romantic delusion. When the universe ends or ended before Earth existed we were already the sunset and the sky. Golden is our cosmic understanding of god.
Angels, fly.
By
Nicole Page-Smith
