Clouded with thoughts

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

Clouded with thoughts

Raining puddles of water, evaporate. And the puddles blowing away with the clouds, the angels fly back to heaven. Were they angels we saw or just a sunny day? Reflections on the water and water and the rain disappearing, we fly our thoughts up to the sky, past the clouds. Flying with the angels to where they live you travel past the moon and all the planets to the Sun. Sun and angels appear through windows but reflect the light of the sun. Floating off they appear in the depth of the ocean or for infinity in mountains. God and the mountains. Birds fly but trees, the trees call you back from the mountains and the birds fly like angels, upwards and the clouds beckon them as trees remind birds of home. A place or reality barely exist and you are taken to clouds blowing, blowing around on a windy day. The rain drifts and through the clouds bursts of sunshine appear on the ground. Mountains assume another name while thoughts and angels fly off for another day.

Angels live in the clouds and like the birds, fly. Flying angels, fly. While flying birds think of god, angels are their eyes but angels are god and fly with the birds, flying. The wind carries the clouds like thoughts covering the sky with clouds of thought sometimes drifting and others full coverage. Clouds linger on the mountains with impending rain but drift in the sky. Clouds, birds and angels are like your relationship to god and glide. Our relationship with god is with the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit is amongst us. Mountains reach the clouds and are like thoughts, thinking. Thinking thoughts are also like mountains rising out of the clouds. Days of thinking and contemplating mountains with clouds and thoughts of god, an illumination with the clouds. Lingering, clouds and thoughts with your head in the clouds, drift. If your head was a mountain, would you think like the clouds? Glowing with the light through clouds you are left in contemplation of light with a mountain of meditative thought. The sun shines brightly, illuminating clouds. Thoughts ruminate and stir and oceans of light reflect the sea. We think and god sees us thinking with the clouds covering you like mountains. Clouds and thoughts, thinking.

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Clouded with thoughts.

 

Like water or rain

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

Like water or rain

We dream. The sea buoyantly moves about with waves and the wind. Fish find the waters too hard to swim around in and head for sheltered spots but the sea lions love to roll and tumble fishing while they are able to be tossed about by the ocean with no competition. The fisherman dream of better weather at home. The fisherman's hut is not for a long stay. A future following the seas out to as far as the eye can see is past the emotional life of the sea to places of dreams. Rolling and tumbling with dreams your mind tends to wander to places once travelled and experienced. You wonder if your dreams could be met as they travel far away from your current life not at sea. Are your dreams out to sea or somewhere a reality could never realise? Are they dreams or just a future place? Rolling onto another time you feel the eye of god is perhaps an inner eye to see and know a future life. Past all the dreams you have ever had and to where your heart may find a comforting place to be is where you rest. Longed for places are always there like your heart can rest nowhere else until you satisfy its need dreaming of a future and taking yourself to that place. The eyes of god hang like stars in the sky at night looking at your future but dreaming for you a mathematical dream of how long it is going to take you to realise your dreams. Oh, the equation only known to god is one and one is two. You are guided by the stars but always roll your ideas out to sea, ideas ebb and flow to the place.

There, their eyes are illuminated by stars and look skyward. The place is vivid by day and stars along with Earthshine are brighter than night. You would not think angels could see during the day but often their thoughts appear to wander. Earth is a place not frequented by their species but looking at the Earth they see the stars and long for a starry heaven. Sometimes, an angel's time on Earth is short-lived and they go to another place like the sea or the mountains regularly without thinking, transported by God. Earthly feet are not what angels possess although sometimes they are human. Places are not really where they frequent like water or rain.

 

The waves roll out to sea

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

The waves roll out to sea

Rolling in, the waves travel and all the sealions and mammals of the sea surf into the beach, dolphins linger in the warmth of the sea while, seals and sealions crawl onto the beach for a sunbake. Fish swim on by. As you walk along the beach dreaming of other seas and lands far out to sea your thoughts and emotions are carried along by the horizon, past the edge of the earth and to infinity. Past memories of times somewhere else and all the emotions of experience take you past dreaming and the sunshine, to feeling and boats once travelled to sea and oceans go out with the tide. Eyes linger at the oceans and view of the sea. Eyes of god look back at you with reflection of times gone by, thoughts pass by and clouds drift, the wind blows your hair around while, your emotions roll out with the waves. The places beyond the horizon are still there yet to be experienced maybe by other people and in some other time. The present and past seem to become one. Future dreams.

Dreaming of the future the waves roll out to sea.

 

The waves roll in

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

The waves roll in

We are the sea. Seas and waters go past. We go past oceans of tides, thinking, walking on by. Seafarers and people boating travel by you. Walking by the seaside, the smell of ocean spray hits your face. Eyes of sea monsters, birds and fish look at you. You are the whale for their ocean. Mammals and sea lions breathe a sigh of relief but like your companionship in water faring vessels. We are the waters and all the seas, the oceans, the seas and the waters. Waves and porpoises like to accompany lonely sailors and show you your way. Sonar tells them of friends nearby but whales know the depths of the ocean. We are the seas and all the oceans for eyes, eyes that see. Sea and an ocean of animals of the sea.

Eyes, the eyes of the ocean, look but see the sea, we are the eyes of god for eyes to see. Oceans of creatures of the sea look and notice one another, drifting by. Swimming the ocean. All happily in oceans of water and participating in rolling and tumbling in the ocean currents, animals of the sea go about their daily business, fishing and living in the ocean. You could imagine the lounge suite equaled an aquarium so, while camping out in the ocean dining on crayfish and the smorgasbord of crustaceans to your delight you could flip back and watch passing vessels on a kind of ocean TV. The depth of the oceans has eyes who see and they are animals and creatures of the sea. Fish could tell a better tale but the tail and all its fishes. Fish are the depth of the ocean. 

Oceans and oceans of a distance take you emotionally back to places to see the eyes of the sea. God is the ocean for seafaring gods of the sea but the depth of the fish for all the ocean. Oceans of eyes and fish, mammals and the sea take you back to the oceans and the sea. We are the waters and all the oceans of the sea. Once boats travelled but now all we dream of is the sea, dreaming and the waves roll in. 

 

The water

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

The water

We are, we are oceans and eyes from the bottom of the sea. We are and we are one. One eye is one eye on the Lord. The Lord has a heart and eyes. The eyes are one ocean and one sea. Oceans have not always been here on the Earth.

On a rainy day we think of other water. The clouds tend to drift on by like passing thoughts in and out of your mind. Leaves gather on the ground. Giant puddles, accumulate after heavy rain and the leaves, dissipate, disappearing down gutters or blow in the wind. Windy days, blow the clouds around and trees. We stand like statues in the wind but are hardly able to stand the force of the Earth's power. Clouds blow on. 

Oceans and seas apart are the water.

  

 

Oceans

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

Oceans

Sea and all its eyes go on for infinity, moving from the monsters of the sea. Seas oh seas of monsters and old, we are eyes of the sea. We see ships sailing and creatures of sea and oceans. Rocks and crags of the sea with islands. Eyes see you and birds laugh whirling around and fishing out to sea. Monsters see you coming with big feet. The footprint of monsters could be out to sea but oh creatures and creatures of old Scylla's, multi headed beasts, birds like harpies with huge claws and enormous wings, Sirens of old all out to sea.

Eyes, eyes look at you, looking, looking, out to sea. Do you notice the infinity of the sea? Pearls and fishes of the sea breed fishermen. We look and can see to the end of the earth. We are the depth and all the oceans, for miles we see out to sea. Past the horizon is another day for the eyes of god and the sea.

Seas of old and the seas and oceans we know. Past infinities, of horizons and the clouds, float on air pockets of wind. Eyes of oceans and creatures of the sea, all looking for the god of the sea. Seas and oceans, waves and the sea.

Oceans.

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The infinity of sea

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

The infinity of sea

Birds flying. Birds. Trees have eyes to look at you, they hear you coming through their forest and alert the birds. Trees communicate to all the animals in the forest. Birds flying, flying through, the forest. A bird flying is reminiscent of angels flying. The spirit flies with the birds as you walk through the forest, to the treetops, flying and past the tops of trees, to the clouds. Spirits fly with the clouds and the wind. The noise of forests blowing in the wind, creaking and groaning is like the church choir singing. You are taken to the interior of wooden churches where beams form a function beyond trees. Stones appear to roll at the bottom of streams and the rippling water could be confused with music and resonant stone. Stones have eyes and look at you in a stone sort of way, appear to be looking.

Looking at stones, eyes appear and are embedded in stone. You would think the sea would show the eyes of stones from the bottom of the earth but, the earth has eyes to see god, God has eyes to see the sky and the clouds have eyes to see you. Eyes have mountains and the volcanic activity of mountains produces eyes of stone. Eyes of stone have mountain ranges and look but do not see you, they only see god. Now eyes of stone do see the sea and look to see the ocean tides. Oceans of experience have eyes and porpoises look at you in ships sailing by, sea lions roll about in the waves of the ocean. Sailors are told of incoming rocks out at sea and the sea mammals alarm them while lighthouses shine on the rocks and out to sea. We are sea and rocks and all the oceans see god. God oh earth oh ocean see, we are god and all her eyes of the ocean, sea.

Sea in the ocean we ask you for your eyes to see. "Do you see our future and bounty of the sea?" We are the sea and all the oceans and the eye of the god of the sea. We are oceans for god where god is the clouds and the rain, the sea and all the waves. We wash the oceans for the floor of the sea but the fish, see. You may ask all the fish of the sea for her bounty but oh the bounty of the sea. Seas are oceans for the sea but oh the ocean and to sail the sea. Sea oh ocean sea. The infinity of sea.

 

 

They fly through

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

They fly through

We are eyes. We are the eyes of god through angels. God's arms and legs are our own, we are the eyes for god and see. We are the body. We are the body of Christ and god has feet. We are the hands. The spirit of god is the head and with arms, legs, feet and the body we are the Lord. Our hands are in prayer.

Our eyes look to see god. The whole spectrum of the rainbow floods through like light. Angelic are the eyes of god and the church windows of late afternoon. Blue and azure windows shine, orange, red. Reflections of yellow and gold. Eyes to see, eyes. The deep spiritual feeling of the interior of churches in the darkness between services and glow through the windows take you to a place close to god. Eyes, eyes to see. Windows and the spirit. The eyes of god are taken to the sky with the clouds looking down on you.

Clouds have eyes, eyes, eyes. The eyes of god. Clouds. Clouds in the sky have eyes, the eyes of god look down on you. Looking, they look, eyes, eyes. The street has eyes, eyes that peer and look through the pavement at you, peering. Pathways, paths to the the sea, through forests. Forests have eyes in the trees, bird's eyes peer at you, eyes have forests and forests become trees but not birds, they fly through. 

 

We are angels

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

We are angels

Eyes. There were eyes in the head of the god, eyes to see and we are the eyes of god. Looking. We see eyes, eyes looking, eyes, eyes that see and looking, we are observed. You see and can see eyes everywhere, looking at you. We observe, Christ has eyes. We are the eyes of Christ. We are his feet for he sees. At the foot of the Cross, we are. We are one and Christ for we foresee. We foresee Christ. Christ foresaw, our beginning. We are the eyes of Christ, to foresee. Eyes, looking, foresaw. Foreseen. Christ is our future. We are the eyes of Christ, seeing but not looking. Christ is our eyes and our body sees the church. Eyes, eyes to see. We are the eyes of god to see. We see the church, the front door. Christ sees our body. We are the body. Eyes, see.

Eyes to see. The eyes saw. Seeing is Christ. Eyes are our god. We are god, seeing. Eyes. Our body is our Christ and we see. We see Christ as Christ saw. The coming of Christ is our Lord above and we see. Our body is our love of Christ because we saw. Christ saw for us. When the beginning was the end. When the beginning was. Eyes saw. Eyes of Christ are to see, to see the beginning. Eyes could see the end. The horizon sees, sees to the end. Infinity is seeing. Look, look forward. To see is the future. Christ's future saw, saw seeing, saw our end but our end was our beginning. We were warned of the end of the world. The end is the beginning of an understanding. We saw, we saw Christ and Christ saw for us.

We saw with the eyes of Christ. Our eyes are to see with the future at hand. Our body knows the eyes. Eyes can see. Eyes, eyes, eyes are the eyes of god. Eyes saw and Christ said: "I saw the eyes of Christ". To see with eyes like the eyes of Christ we need the angels to peer through to see us and see. We are the eyes of Christ for the angels. God has the angels know. We see and they are the colours we see, angels see for god. God sees through our eyes with the angels. The colours of church windows illuminate your mind. We are angels.

 

God's eyes

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

God's eyes

Looking the Lord said: "he is the Lord and has eyes to see". Eyes see you with the Lord. When you walk through a forest you see the eyes of god and trees appear to look at you but god looks down with the angels and smiles. Angels are all the leaves on the trees, looking with eyes and trees see you. The birds fly through the forest with little concern you are there, looking for other birds. The birds are like angels and fly. Angels can fly right through you but tend to be like the birds, flying above you, flying. Sometimes, angels walk with you. Walking and flying angels tend to accompany you like the birds, flying. God looks at you from the heavens and observes all our daily events but we are god's eyes looking. We are like the trees, birds and angels looking with the eyes of god.

God's eyes.

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Your heavens see you, looking.

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

Your heavens see you, looking

The wind is our eyes, we see the wind and like wind are moved in spirit. Our spirit flies and flying, sees. We see how our spirit can become like the wind. Our life is short and our mortal existence is a shortened view. Eyes see for our future and look ahead. Life travels through our Christian bodies like the wind. God sees us from the clouds and blows with the wind. Blowing the clouds blow around the sky. We can see the clouds. Your eyes water with the wind blowing in them. We are god and our eyes see the wind blowing around with the clouds moving across the sky. We see god in the clouds.

The birds see you and call you with their birdcalls but are more interested in other birds. Trees see you with a spirit wind sent by god. Trees are the eyes for the heavens. The eyes of god are the angels we see in dreams and feel in our spirit. We felt the eyes of the spirit of god, looking from above by the angels. You feel the eyes of seraphim. The eyes of god are your own human eyes and see. We see the world by the eyes of god. All beauty is the light of god and seen, the eyes of dreams looking at you. Angels can see you looking for them. We are the eyes of god.

Eyes see with the angels. Looking through angel eyes we see god. God is the world we see. Nature sees us and we walk looking up at the trees. Eyes of angels see. Looking to the heavens, god observes you. You are the universe and all the heavens. 

God has heavenly angels to see through your eyes for you. Meek for the lamb we are one with god. We look through eyes and have eyes see through you. Your heavens see you, looking.

 

The eyes of god

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing

The eyes of god

One god sees you with one eye. We are, we are one, we are one with god and the one eye that sees you is the spirit. The spirit of the Lord is the one eye of god and our eyes we see with. We look to see with the spirit's eye. The spirit observes.

One god has the eyes to see with the spirit and we call him god.  Eyes that see are the spirit. Eyes, God and the spirit are one. Your spirit looks and you see. You look out with your spirit at all the spirit is enlightened by, the leaves and trees, flowers and rain. The rain enlightens the spirit as rain falls on the roof making you feel safe, inside. The flowers in the garden have the spirit look adoringly and trees go upwards towards the sky like birds to the realms of god and the heavens. Air is like the spirit as the trees blow about in the wind. Flowers tend to smile at you looking up at you as they merrily, bob, about.

The eyes see and god is all of nature reflecting our spirit. We are god in spirit but see with eyes. Flowers become us. Trees communicate to god and the animals and we hear the trees blowing in the wind. Our spirit is like wind.

 

 

Our mortal flight

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

Our mortal flight

Christ is our light in the trees and we are the breeze, we are the breeze and the wind through the trees. The world is green and a greener world of trees, my tree is my god. God has branches like a tree and we are the leaves to grow. Growing with the leaves we are all the birds and they nest in the trees. We are alone and trees, a wooded bliss is the trees. Standing alone in the woods, we are tree for god and blow around in the breeze, walking through. Walking alone in the woods we are alone like pine groves and creak but hear the wind, the wind is the spirit and the spirit of god. We are the light of god because we are the light, the green light. We are the trees and all its branches and green are all the trees in the woods.

The sunlight on our face makes us green and like trees we appreciate the green, the green ocean is the depth of the sea. Greener than oceans we may be in the light but not in the sunshine. We sail the high seas, sailing in the wind, we find our sail. The breeze takes us to greener, greens. Forests would know another name and we are the woods of the green, the light green of the forest. Churches and an oak green.

We are church when we are green, greener is the wood. The churchyard wood is a green oak but, in the forest, beware of the green of the forest green. Churches were built too close to oak and green. Greener is the oak for the green saplings, all dressed in green. We are dressed in light green and had another day with the Lord. Green, oh green, my green and churches. Sprouting the trees grew a greener, green. 

We are the light of god. Trees are our light.

Trees are our daylight for they have leaves and leaves face the sun. Sunlight and leaves we become when we think tree thoughts. Trees and leaves. While trees bask happily in the sunlight, we breathe; forests and breathing are our home. Trees and their light. Growing with fervour in the spring sunshine leaves open up to the light. Oh, green, oh, happily green. Leaves, trees and the sun. 

Birds flying through, land on the trees. Trees, leaves and their birds speak to you about god. Hanging around as though humans were their only, companions, birds like to find you in their forest. Quietly, the birds tend to find you and although, happily getting about in their bird existence or life, tend to like you being there. Birds tend to guide you towards a destination needed and although, you do not want to disturb them, celebrate their food source. Feeding on flowers and nectar is not anything you imagine eating in their forest but, edible berries and flowers may be tasty or save you if you were lost. The birds have limited imagination, you are not bird, so guide you to their place. I am bird to the forest for the leaves and the trees. Birds call me by name.

My name is bird. Trees call me to their garden by nest and by day. We build nests for the trees and the birds in light of god in the trees. Birds of Christ fly through. Finches twitter in the grasslands but the forest birds fly upwards in ascension of branches, nests find their home in the trees. Christ is our mortal existence and birds explain the gold of ascension or the blood of the heart. Birds are part of our existence and fly. Fly birds through the trees and the light. Our mortal flight. 

The End.

By 

Nicole Page-Smith

 

We are the light

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

We are the light

We are like stars in heaven and shine to ourselves, daily and by night, shining. Our universe describes our face like mountains could describe the clouds. So, with mountains and clouds being the face we see as star, shining like the sun in the mirror, we see a universe in the nose and eyes of our face. We may see trees or grass, flowers and smile. God created our face as stars accumulated dust, matter and the universe. We are stars and god while the heavens are the body. When birds fly out of our face, we see the spirit, feathers can fall around in memory of trees, they once frequented. Nesting in our mind the spirit finds god.

With twigs in your hair, you find the light. Feathers, the nest has a lining. Birds chirp merrily away as though only in your mind but are reminiscent of the spirit's light and fly. The face holds the spirit like the mind. Hills demonstrate the nose while the gentle curvature of the cheeks are reminiscent of flowers in full bloom. Forests could take over the eyebrows and grow branchlike with your hair. Flight and birds give a glimmer to where the light hits the face and you are reminded of seeing birds fly in the sky. The whole universe is in a face.

The face of Christ is our face. Christ is the stars the universe knows to be god and our history in the bible. Christ's face is the stars in heaven. We are the light.