Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing
The heavens within
For God we are his plume but glow and sparkle like the feathers of a bird. Stars are our light. The milk of the stars will take you to your light but your light is at the end of the stars. Stars by day are as light as by night but like an angel you may catch the glimmer of an iridescence as though a bird flew past. Birds fly under wing but angels, fly. You could see the glow of stars in the heavens. Angels like the plumage of birds are a reflection of the stars. Angels only visit out of need. Stars are our inner substance but only reflects stars. Milk is our substance for stars in the heavens like wood is the substance of trees but we shine all day for the Lord above and angels simply fly. Angels have a need to fly.
Clouded are ideas of angels for they live in the clouds. Fly, angels fly. On rainy days angels visit you with every droplet of rain but are really only in the sky. God sends you angels to comfort you but angels are only reflecting the clouds like thoughts from the sky. Flying to the heavens to warn God of an earthly need angels only frequent the sky. Realms of heaven are the distance of the Earth and the Sun. Stars reflect our heaven.
We are stars in heaven for God but the heavens reflect the angels and planets could tell you the story. If Earth could only tell us of all its history.
We are stars for God. The light and all the stars fell out of heaven to make who we are and kept falling through the Earth to the other side. We are the stars for heaven in the stars. The milky, starry, heavenly abode produced all the Earth has to offer. Asteroids, meteorites and comets all fell at once, too. Falling, falling through the heavens, God made the Earth, spin as though on an axis but kept it spinning to create the Earth. We are the stars and all the heavens for God and the Earth but our history is within ourselves like fossils in a rock. The history of all our being is inside our bodies and every millimetre clouds our sense of who we are but tells the tale of all the planets and the stars as though a thoroughfare of angels was to fly out of your heart every day to God. We are the stars and all the heavens for God and the angels in heaven. The heavens within.
