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.

 

The heavens within

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.

 

Iridescent is the name of the Lord

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing

Iridescent is the name of the Lord

Sun shines down upon us and we shine like the altar for God. Light through church windows would speak less of the light of God than pure sunshine and the sky. Clouds race off once again as though being chased by some god and birds swoop through the trees or land in your garden. Rolling around in the puddles made by rain the birds twitter gaily in the sunshine having a birdbath. The sun shines down upon us as though some outer galactic, "message" of "shine", were being transpired. You feel like you must shine from the inner core of your being like a planet or a star. The friction of the blood rushing through our veins would cause some light so we may glow in the night. The accumulated light of sunshine seems to make us glow during the day or was the illumination, the light of the blue sky. God is our sunshine and we take him to church for luminosity. Do we need to dull our glare? The spirit has a light and the soul a glow. We shine like the plumage of birds.

Iridescent is the name of the Lord.

 

Blue sky and sunshine

 

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing

Blue sky and sunshine

If we had wings we could fly. Flying around the sky we could glide and ride the air pockets like birds. Clouds fly in the sky like birds on the wind but race, race to their hearts content. Is it a race of the clouds for some god or just people thinking that are making the clouds move? Maybe it is just the wind and the wind blows making the clouds race, race around the sky. Rain and gods, thinking and the sky. Puffy clouds become thin wisps to only accumulate and become the wind. Wind and rain gods descend with the ice particles to the ground. Are we the wind or the clouds or just a rain filled day? Clouds would know the answer on a rainy day. If only we were clouds, would we have less of a watery need? Were we human for the sky? Skies and days blow away with the puffy clouds. Only to contemplate the sky we are bird where we need not be cloud for God. God and the clouds, speak.

Cloud-speak for God is our thoughts and the clouds if only we spoke cloud. Do we speak sky? We look at the sky for an answer but the rain fills our eyes as though with tears, maybe the wind made us cry. The dialogue and the clouds is cloud-speak, for gods but do we understand God or the clouds? Seeing faces in the clouds could be inspiration but oh to read the clouds. As though thunder and lightning were words, clouds may speak to one another. You feel your thoughts drifting as though a cloud follows you but to be guided by a cloud, day and night.

Clouds permeate your thoughts and float along as if on a cloud of thinking. There is another day and the clouds blow off to reveal the sky. Blue sky and sunshine.

Puffy clouds

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs and writing

Puffy clouds

Sunshine and birds keep gliding on the air pockets up into the sky. The sunshine reflects the light of air bubbles and wind where clouds are air, full of water, pregnant with rain, the kaleidoscope of light is the spectrum we see. Light, clouds and thinking persist with the sunshine. Clouds and light drift along in wispy streams through the sky, drifting, drifting and catching the light, the water reflects what the clouds long to be, water, again. Oh, the watery ache of the clouds. The joy of the birds in the sunshine out ways all pain as they ride the air pockets to the sky. To be a bird. 

Flying through the sky you feel bird where you should be cloud, drifting. The clouds drift. Do we fly like the birds? Clouds fly through your mind and your thoughts drift like the birds, flying. On really windy days the trees fly around blowing every last leaf to the ground and litter the footpath with twigs and branches. The island weather is perpetual fog, cloud and rain with storms battering the earth then, blowing out to sea. Birds fly to the mountains for protection and forest birds stay in their trees. Clouds of thought fly up the mountains with the birds like you are drifting on a glider, in reverse. If we could only fly like the birds.

Clouded with thoughts and thinking of birds in the forest, the birds chirp loudly as you walk through but there are no other animals. Clouds think with thoughts of thought bubbles in the sky. The thoughts blow off with a windy day. Puffy clouds.

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