Nicole Page-Smith writing and photographs
The knowledge of God
Days roll on and on and you find your thoughts are in the clouds. Clouds hang around the hills and are mountainous where you are forest. Forests think along with the birds and trees, peaceful thoughts of gentle breezes blowing and birds, chirping. Birds flying as though thoughts through the mind linger with the clouds. Life drifts through you as though time was flying along at the normal pace similar to birds, flying. If life were to be explained as a "flight" we could understand mortality and the depth of the soul but clouds float on by as though life was as fleeting as the clouds blowing around in the sky. The flight of a bird through a forest could suggest the life of the spirit through your body. Bird sounds are similar describing the wind of the spirit and time. If walking through a forest was your life from one path to another you could understand how trees think and the flight of birds. The fleeting moment of life is as temporary as a cloud drifting in the sky.
Drifting we drift like the clouds in contemplation of God. Angels sing and the birds twitter, away. Flying and gliding in the sky birds are like thoughts gliding, through and the clouds think along with you. The birds chirp and you are drawn up to them like the angels in the heavens with the pink of the sky at dawn. You think of the earth you walk along being as ancient as trees and the birds or all the stars in heaven. We are all the same substance, the air, the sky and the earth along with the clouds raining upon you. You may wonder what the substance of birds could have been before birds. Was the substance of birds just air or another species? Your mind flies off with the birds, flying. Maybe the birds flew from God's hands like magical creatures from another place or were invented in the heart of God. Birds, flying. Birds fly though the trees and the clouds drift out of the sky. Are you a bird or can you fly like the angels? God would know.
The knowledge of God.
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