Ideas continue to fall

Nicole Page-Smith writing and photographs

Ideas continue to fall

The heavens linger and with the changing seasons the planets and stars circulate the sky. "Heaven is the distance of the Sun." Said, the moon to the Sun. Oh, but why said the moon? The moon spinning around the Earth made an enquiry to God but knew in its moon substance the history of the universe like a meteorite might know a star to ask. Out there, in the heavens the planets continue to circulate the Earth and the Sun and even though light years pass in a second, they are close to infinity in number to reach the Sun. Endless years pass through time and space but to reach the heavens takes an eternity of thinking while clouds pass over in thought, the stars and moon shine away. How ancient can yesterday be?

Clouds roll on and cover the sky for another rainy day. Rainy clouds tend to rain on the inside as the rain falls heavily on the roof and although a calm sense of being secure inside while it rains outside gives no less clouded feelings, your mind spins on a spiral, spinning as the Earth spins on its axis and the clouds spin around the sky. Gravity tends to pull the clouds around with the rain lowering the clouds to the earth, heavy and saturated with rain. Raining on your mind the clouds tend to pull your ideas down as lowering them with the rain through your mind on a cloudy day. Mountains appear out of the clouds and along with the volcanic formation of mountains, gravity blows the clouds away. If with the fire of a mountain ideas tend to be choked and clouded with thick smoke and ash, rain clouds may soon harden the mountain. Ideas and rain formulate in the same manner and eventually fall down with the rain clouds to earth with rain.

Accumulation of matter such as water falls silently through the clouds as air is pregnant with rain and ideas continue to fall.

 

In the sky

Nicole Page-Smith writing and photographs

In the sky

Clouds drift and continue to float around the sky, life goes on with the thoughts of air as though the ephemeral substance of clouds is as momentary as a shooting star or comet in the sky. Clouds are strange and like all the things we know about the planets, the stars and why we are here as a form of God in the garden, we drift off like matter separating. Drifting with the clouds we drift apart. The expansion of matter appears as far away as the Sun but the universe continues on with the mission of planets in space perpetually on their cycle, circulating the Sun. Separating matter from the clouds would be like extracting water from air and we fall down to earth like rain drenching ourselves with the information clouds give us in the sky. If thoughts were clouds would they think for us? Thinking with the clouds, we drift and are astrophysics for God. Clouds would know thinking, drifting across the sky and carry you along with your thoughts. Heavenly thoughts linger and the clouds drift in the sky.

Thoughts of clouds drift in and out of your mind. Are we the shadows of clouds or did we see a better day? Clouds permeate, do they become stratus, cirrus or nimbus clouds of thinking bearing thoughts rather than rain? Alto, the medium level of clouds, linger then, drift away. The sun shines for another day and the light looks down on you. Are we God for the clouds, thinking? Clouds may be able to tell you in the sky.

 

The knowledge of God

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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The clouds roll on for another day

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.