Feathers

Nicole Page-Smith

Feathers

We are men and the man we are is the tree of man. Man, sprouts, leaves as to grow but does grow. Growing man is of man for god but tree. Trees are. Trees are fully grown. Trees. Now green and there is another idea have deciduous in mind but are tree in winter. Trees are green but when they fall, the leaves have fallen. Dead trees are dead wood. Fallen leaves.

Leaves fall and when they fall it is Autumn. Autumn leaves fall.

Falling leaves are in Autumn and fall. But come Spring leaves and buds grow again. Flowers bud all winter. When Spring comes, we grow and we grow like trees, growing. Growing with stems and shoots and leaves, we suck up the ground's reservoir of water through our body like the blood. Blood is the sap. 

Blood has leaves. Leaves are like humans, they crumble, they fall and grow, again. Growing. They grow again. Leaves, leaves are on trees. Autumn leaves.

Winter trees and god. The barren limbs and odd bird's nest from last spring reflect the sky of dull, grey days and rain. Cold, solitary and alone, the trees seem to ache in anticipation of spring, creaking and groaning in the wind. On sunny days you are taken to the heavens and think of the stars or night. Is the moon really the Sun or in reflection of Earth? You wonder in our gaseous state of star like the biggest star, the sun, how stars could be living up there, in the starry heavens, they live their own life for god. We breed life. We fell from the heavens like meteorites. We fell. Falling. Falling from the heavens was god's idea. Plants become us. Trees.

We have leaves. Birds fly. Feathers.

-

We are god

Nicole Page-Smith

We are god

Churches rise. Rising with the steeple. The glory. An internal contemplation of god in the architecture. Steeples of churches rising through the clouds to touch god. Churches as though flying. Flying churches. The architecture and stained glass, soar. Soaring through the air your mind is taken to god. Ascension colours like stars fall through stained glass windows to the floor of churches. Churches housing the spirt of god, all stone and of ascension, rise to the occasion. Rising with the steeple.

Steeples. Churches rising out of steeples and the will of god. If god was a colour would he be azure or gold. Perhaps the sky with the clouds lifting to heaven has our elevation and place. We are in heaven when we are born, born of heaven. Of heaven is the need and churches pray with the stained glass, the light and followers of religion. A spiritual need is to be born. Faith. Church architecture is like our inner being, we are built only to rise with the steeple, the spirit. Our inner frame grows, a deepening of faith and our body. Stars we already reflect have our name on them and we shine like stars to the Lord for our inner core is god. We are of faith for Jesus but Jesus bears our name. We are god.

God has a soul

Nicole Page-Smith

God has a soul

One flame is the flame of the Lord but the spirit of God is the angel. Your angel. Supernatural and alive you are god but not angel. Angels frequent our spirit and almost prop us up on the inside holding our shoulders up so, we confront the Lord. The red heart is Jesus. Red in the sky means a frosty morn. A day in the Lord is a day in one and this is your day. God informs our heart slowly about our angel, he flies. Flying with angels fly. Flying. The concept of flight is given to us with the birds, flying through the sky. The new dawn brings the birds. Christ is in ascension.

The birds fly through the blood red sky to remind you of the heart of Jesus. Jesus flies with his heart unto the Lord, every morning with the dawn and colours of ascension. Through pinks and purples, we begin to see the new day. We live the life of Jesus. In the history of God and the planet we are then taken to the stars as though our universe is reflected on Earth. Constellations of fiery red, orange and colourful, cosmic, star patterns are given consideration by God. Planetary colours of Mars and Venus feel as old as the universe with the light out of darkness, nature in the sky. Red is the colour of Jesus.

If god had a heart, it would be the heart of man but the heart of Jesus. The heart of man is the heart of Jesus. Man has a heart. 

God has a soul.

-

We are one bread

Nicole Page-Smith

We are one bread

Redeeming, we redeem Christ. Christ is the spirit ascending. Ascending and descending with Christ is the heart. Christ is man.

Men are the loves and the fishes. We are Christ. Christ is man because of the wind of the spirit. Because. The spirit of angels is the wing. Wings are for the Holy Spirit to fly with the angels. Angels fly but when angels fly, we are no longer here. The connection with the Holy Spirit and god is the head and an imaginative ideal, the heavens. The heavens are where angels live.

Birds fly. Flying birds descend to the ground for the grain then ascend like angels. Birds flying are like angels. Angels flying with the fiery angels of heaven, we can only imagine but oh the birds of heaven are birds of Paradise. Paradise is the place. A place for the birds. The place where birds fly. The loaves are the fishes and the fish are loaves. We break the bread for Christ.

God, god is the bread.

Bread are he but when we say one, we are one bread.

  

God - The holy spirit descends

Nicole Page-Smith

God

We are your universe. The universe becomes god and all its deities. Stars, their pathways, meteorites, asteroids and their cosmology. We travel with god, through the stars and keep going. Going to god. Gods draw us to them, but god is the all, powerful, universe. Do meteorites fall to Earth?

Earth. Earth and it's god.

God. You think of the seven wonders of the world. All of the ancient history. Stone. The first history of church sculpture and wonder about the first images of Christ. Christ has risen from the grave and we lead the life of Christ. We are taken from the tomb. We live the life of Jesus, we live, we live the life. We live the life of Jesus. Christ redeemed our sin.

We were one with god. We ate the bread but god ate more. More bread. God however, has the redeemer Christ by his side. The angels of Christ hold Christ's wounds out to be healed, by god. Christ in ascension is like the bird. A bird of Christ has a red face and flitters with golden wings. Indications of ascension.

We are given every indication from birth of who we are.

We are god. We are one. God is the feather, feathers ascend with the angel and descend with the holy spirit, the holy spirt, is unto you and descends. Descending.

When the holy spirit is unto thee you are one with god. Being one with god, you are unto thee. One with the holy spirit. One. One time. The one time you are unto thee you are one. Two people are one with the holy spirit. One Christ and one person. Christ is the person unto thee. The holy spirit descends.

God

Nicole Page-Smith, Ducks, drawings, 2004

God

Heaven is the home for stars and they fall. Falling like stars we fell to Earth. Earth. Earth and angels fell. Falling angels and only certain angels fall to Earth. Fallen. The fallen few, we are and most angels do not return to Earth. Angels are sent back. 

The thoroughfare of angels coming down from the heavens is the same passageway for ascending angels. You would wonder how we would know where to go when we die, we do not have a choice. Your life is evaluated by god.

God.

By

Nicole Page-Smith

  

Traversing with the elephants

Nicole Page-Smith, Black, drawings, 2004

Traversing with the elephants

Riding on an elephant's back, the birds gaily flew. Birds and trees. Trees are usually the home of birds but elephants have their companions. Stirring up the insects, egrets call elephants home. Pounding, stampeding and roaring with the herd, elephants enjoy their companions but are barely aware they are there.

Walking amongst the birds flying.

Trees blowing in the wind.

Stormy gales,

window banging against their railing, 

swinging off their hinges and doors, creaking, in weather.

Trees know their birds by name.

Elephants walk on but the birds go and nest in the undergrowth, nesting by the water.

Black sculpture all twisted pulled cosmological star patterns from the sky, they jump. Jumping down into the steel they sparkle with the universes and cosmological orders of old, annotated, annotating and thousands of star maps or the astrological guides in literature for time pieces and the big old clock, god. Looking at your watch you are looking at the big old elephant, time and traversing with the universe time tells you. Time is there on the clock face and tells you like the stars, everything you need to know, stars then reflect down onto the studio floor and bounce back.

Stars bouncing in starlight communicating away. 

Stars, stars and cats, sculptures, cats and stars. As they sleep, the elephant sleep of a thousand million miles, we see lightyears. Lightyears and stars. Cats like elephants have a memory and appear to remember who you are. Does god inform them of the stars? Or is it just the heater, warming ideas?

Traversing with the elephants, we entered the jungle. Roaring and nudging trees like cats rubbing against the table, elephants are comfortable in their own environment. In the law of the jungle, bigger beasts get well fed. While cats treat you with distain in your own home, thinking you are stupid not understanding every whim, people tend to ponder the universe. Stars come out at night.

The cosmos wanders with you blackened by the stars at night, darkness. Darkness at night pervades on moonlit nights especially when the moon goes behind a cloud. Cats go and contemplate her, the moon, almost howling in silence, but purring. Elephants are asleep. The cosmos in the universe has stars in the darkness of night but an eternal night of space. Space and night could have one thing in common, stars. Stars and night, in the black of the night sky and dark matter of space, communicate. Perhaps, although you feel you are being informed yourself, stars communicate to one another and god. The mystical contemplation of stars.

Drawing reams and reams of star maps, the star guides to the heavens, communicated. Our lovely mystical union with the heavens, speaking angel with the angels and drawing gods and god on paper via the stars, liaising with our heart and conveying our very heart's desire, to draw. Drawing manuscripts written in the bible on paper, a love of god, written, drawn and in the stars already a language. The lineup of the planets.

Stars fell down from heaven.

-