Nicole Page-Smith photographs and writing
The clouds roll on for another day
Heaven has its angels. Angels are our heaven and protect us. We are the angels and all the heavens for God and our starry substance reveals our whole history as though the stars of all the heavens stretching over the night sky were the milk of our blood. Our blood reveals who we are but also reveals our starry history and all the constellations beam through us from the heavens. We glow the glow of the Solar System like the flash of a meteorite entering the Earth's atmosphere. Clouds of thought reveal shooting stars for our angels and another day closes for God. Our history is the heavens and all the planets. Angels are our name. Stars float in and out of clouds of the night sky.
We are clouds for God. Drifting across the sky clouds float in and out of your mind like thoughts. Thinking with the birds flying through the clouds, God flies along with the wind. Wind and clouds blow along flying as though the gods were chasing the wind and the sky. The clouds rush around the sky rushing, rushing and the birds fly like the wind. Wind and rain follow the clouds. Trees appear to brush the clouds. Spirits of the wind fly and keep to the mountain tops with the clouds. The clouds hug the hills and contemplating the end of time embrace the whole history of the human race. One cloud can encompass the thought of clouds describing all the matter of the sky. Air, water, fire and earth. Water evaporated into the sky. You would not think the clouds could describe the history of the Earth but they are only there for the mere fact of the Earth spinning around and accumulating clouds to question the sky. If you asked the clouds questions like: "How long have clouds been in the sky?" God may tell you not for very long in the history of the Earth. Clouds are a more recent phenomenon with the sky. Oh, the night and the sky reveal history, the history of the sky. Do you marvel at the sky? Clouds do float in the sky.
As God floats with your thoughts the clouds drift and the skies reveal the light. Clouds close in for the rains fall through your mind, raining gently on the inside. Your heart feels heavy as though dark, rain, clouds surround the very ventricles but the storm of life seems to continue. The weather subsidies and so do clouded feelings dissipate for the brighter days of sunshine. Light filled days tend to elevate the spirit as though you yourself float up there to God in the clouds, thinking and gliding in anticipation of flight. Time like the wind, travels quickly as the clouds race around the sky. Windy days are similar to thought patterns, blowing in and out of your mind but you feel the density of life. Trying to hold onto thoughts sometimes feels as though you may have to hold onto a tree blowing vertically all thought of horizontal thinking but at some point, you have to let the storm blow through you and let it go for the calm after the storm. Hurricanes of thinking flood your mind until the rain clouds blow away. The wind continues to blow as the whole force of life drifts along with the clouds maybe we are swept along with the flood of ideas and the clouds roll on for another day.
