Our mortal flight

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

Our mortal flight

Christ is our light in the trees and we are the breeze, we are the breeze and the wind through the trees. The world is green and a greener world of trees, my tree is my god. God has branches like a tree and we are the leaves to grow. Growing with the leaves we are all the birds and they nest in the trees. We are alone and trees, a wooded bliss is the trees. Standing alone in the woods, we are tree for god and blow around in the breeze, walking through. Walking alone in the woods we are alone like pine groves and creak but hear the wind, the wind is the spirit and the spirit of god. We are the light of god because we are the light, the green light. We are the trees and all its branches and green are all the trees in the woods.

The sunlight on our face makes us green and like trees we appreciate the green, the green ocean is the depth of the sea. Greener than oceans we may be in the light but not in the sunshine. We sail the high seas, sailing in the wind, we find our sail. The breeze takes us to greener, greens. Forests would know another name and we are the woods of the green, the light green of the forest. Churches and an oak green.

We are church when we are green, greener is the wood. The churchyard wood is a green oak but, in the forest, beware of the green of the forest green. Churches were built too close to oak and green. Greener is the oak for the green saplings, all dressed in green. We are dressed in light green and had another day with the Lord. Green, oh green, my green and churches. Sprouting the trees grew a greener, green. 

We are the light of god. Trees are our light.

Trees are our daylight for they have leaves and leaves face the sun. Sunlight and leaves we become when we think tree thoughts. Trees and leaves. While trees bask happily in the sunlight, we breathe; forests and breathing are our home. Trees and their light. Growing with fervour in the spring sunshine leaves open up to the light. Oh, green, oh, happily green. Leaves, trees and the sun. 

Birds flying through, land on the trees. Trees, leaves and their birds speak to you about god. Hanging around as though humans were their only, companions, birds like to find you in their forest. Quietly, the birds tend to find you and although, happily getting about in their bird existence or life, tend to like you being there. Birds tend to guide you towards a destination needed and although, you do not want to disturb them, celebrate their food source. Feeding on flowers and nectar is not anything you imagine eating in their forest but, edible berries and flowers may be tasty or save you if you were lost. The birds have limited imagination, you are not bird, so guide you to their place. I am bird to the forest for the leaves and the trees. Birds call me by name.

My name is bird. Trees call me to their garden by nest and by day. We build nests for the trees and the birds in light of god in the trees. Birds of Christ fly through. Finches twitter in the grasslands but the forest birds fly upwards in ascension of branches, nests find their home in the trees. Christ is our mortal existence and birds explain the gold of ascension or the blood of the heart. Birds are part of our existence and fly. Fly birds through the trees and the light. Our mortal flight. 

The End.

By 

Nicole Page-Smith

 

We are the light

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

We are the light

We are like stars in heaven and shine to ourselves, daily and by night, shining. Our universe describes our face like mountains could describe the clouds. So, with mountains and clouds being the face we see as star, shining like the sun in the mirror, we see a universe in the nose and eyes of our face. We may see trees or grass, flowers and smile. God created our face as stars accumulated dust, matter and the universe. We are stars and god while the heavens are the body. When birds fly out of our face, we see the spirit, feathers can fall around in memory of trees, they once frequented. Nesting in our mind the spirit finds god.

With twigs in your hair, you find the light. Feathers, the nest has a lining. Birds chirp merrily away as though only in your mind but are reminiscent of the spirit's light and fly. The face holds the spirit like the mind. Hills demonstrate the nose while the gentle curvature of the cheeks are reminiscent of flowers in full bloom. Forests could take over the eyebrows and grow branchlike with your hair. Flight and birds give a glimmer to where the light hits the face and you are reminded of seeing birds fly in the sky. The whole universe is in a face.

The face of Christ is our face. Christ is the stars the universe knows to be god and our history in the bible. Christ's face is the stars in heaven. We are the light.

 

Our universe spins around us

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

Our universe spins around us

Stars. Stars are saying. Stars are saying: "It is light".  The pathway is lit. Stars. Stars say. Stars say so. Twinkle. Twinkling in the sky at night, stars tell you of your pathway. We are stars for god, twinkling. When we twinkle, we are stars. We are stars for the light, for the light of god. Stars. All is written, written in the stars. The Christian pathway.

The pathway into the light is our Christian pathway but starlight. Starlight and the night. Starlight, starlight and the night could tell. We are stars for god and lit at night. Are you a star or god? Stars could tell and they could tell the history of the universe.

We are in reflection of the universe. If we were all the stars in the heavens, we would reflect all that has been like passing meteorites. Being the stars and all the heavens. Our history is reflected and as stars we shine. Shining we are the universe. All the history is revealed to us by looking in the mirror. Universes and heavens. The universe speaks of rock like fossils could speak of past species of creature. We are like matter accumulated and spinning on an axis. Our universe spins around us.

We are star

Nicole Page-Smith, photograph

We are star

Swallows and flying, flying. Darting with the insects. Spring brings the swallows, swallows flying. Spring and trees but the swallows like a rocky nook. Swallows flying, flying. Every spring brings with it, new life and we are reminded of the life of Christ. Swallows flying to herald the new spring. We live the life of Christ and swallows fly. Flying we dart around like swallows in spring. The renewal of Spring.

We are the light of Christ, flying and flying through life we are the spirit. Swallows seem to speak of the warmth of Christ as though Christ was amongst us in the warm days of the new Spring. We lead the life of Christ like the swallows and return every year for the warm air and the insects, not a Last Supper but a Passover and the Resurrection of Christ. Flying our life connects us by our heart to the Holy Spirit and god, we lead the life of Christ like the swallows. Darting around as they catch the insects in the warm air could be seen as a similar connection to god. We live the life of Christ and in Christ's light.

Light and the life of light is a Christian understanding of the stars. The stars are our light. The mystical pathway is in the sky. All is written, our pathway suggests the curve, the curve of Earth and if you think of all that is in the lightness of day then this will tell you our future. Our future is in the light of day. Stars write the way to night and the curve of night holds the darkness. Our human future is one.

One light is one god and one world. One star leads the way. We see our world in anticipation of light but all we see is Earth from an earthly perspective our world does not look similar from elsewhere in the one place god calls home, the Sun. God is the Sun like Jesus is the son of god and only has a human form for Christian human beings or the devil for everybody else. If our future was so evil, we could no longer live, in anticipation of god then, we would only see the devil. The future of our planet is not anything Earth would not have been without human beings. We are the model for all of the need of god and our future is as doomed as our death but has a forward thinking or a life from our death in a Christian way. We will be born to die. Mortal existence knows no immortality. The stars we see are in anticipation of the doomed existence of Earth or a suspension of our time as we are fated to die, so is Earth. We were not born to see the light. However, the light of god is our spiritual need. God gave us our mortality in the garden of Christ. Christ in the garden of our heart is too painful as we live the life of Christ. If we only knew we were not to see the light. Stars tell us so. 

We are star.

 

 

The Spring of a new day

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

The Spring of a new day

If you think of flight and birds flying towards the light, swallows repeatedly circling to catch the insects, we are possibly realising the Christian association with ascension, Resurrection and the new born Spring. Rain and evening bring the insects about, swallows flying. Warmer weather and the swallows. Although our purpose is earthly bound and we do not suffer the Passover, we are of the spirit of Christ. We are taught of flight with birds but swallows tell of the heart.

Seeing swallows at certain migratory times of the year, solitary or in pairs takes you to a Christian need of the self. You feel Spring takes you to the light. We are the light of Christ and Christ is our blood. We are the blood of Christ as swallows have you know, flying. Birds flying and darting around the insects every Spring and you wonder how they could survive migrating from another place but they appear almost magically from somewhere else, to remind you of Christ and ascension, our Resurrection. Swallows welcome the coming of Spring and herald the new fair day. Welcome swallow to my Spring.  

Swallows flying. You could imagine if you were a swallow flying and darting around to catch the insects, they look all too human. Spring is the time to let go of all the past winter blues and resurrect the new. You feel your life is like a flight through a life similar to swallows flying, darting around and catching the insects at dusk or after Spring rain. Spring and all the flowers and trees back into bloom and an awakening of new life. Sky and the light, brings, stormy weather. The unsettling of Spring. We fly off with the swallows and as a swallow, dart about the insects. Spring swallows and temperate rain, welcome the warmer weather of Spring. The faithful joy of the new Spring. 

Flying with the swallows, Spring is heralded along with the warmer weather, swallows nominate the Spring. Warm weather and the birds have you fly along with them mentally in anticipation of light and longer days. The swallows seem to glide on the air pockets with their tail as a guide to chop and dart, quickly, moving freely, one way or another. The new days are announced and Spring is on its way. Swallows mate for life often returning to their old nest. Will the summer be a good spring? The Spring of a new day.

 

One is always reminded of Christ

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs

One is always reminded of Christ

Birds flying through the air. God flies with the wind and the spirit wind is god. The birds ascend to the treetops flying towards the last light in the clouds and chirp loudly to sleep. The descension of sleep. Night descends the earth and we await another day. Birds fly and flying in their dreams they sleep and dream of flight, the ascension of the birds.

Birds, fly.

Flying, birds fly. Darting about birds fly, the swallows fly about in pairs. Flying, darting and swooping, their forked tail looking majestic while their black body describes an all too human need. One is always reminded of Christ.

 

A bird, flies through

Nicole Page-Smith, photographs 

A bird, flies through

Fly through. God flying, fly with the birds, flying. The light captures the light of the clouds as the wind dies down. They drift, drifting with the clouds, the wind flies through as with god. God flying. Clouds, angels and the wind. The wind flying and whistling by. The wind is the light, the light of god, blowing, the wind, the heavens with the clouds, in the sky, blow.

Light in the clouds and the sky, daytime. The light reflects in the clouds. Light, feathers and birds. The wind of birds flying by, they make a sound of the spirit, the spirit in the wind. Birds flying.

Birds flyings in the clouds. To fly through the clouds like a bird would be similar to the experience of the light in the clouds, needed or the spirit descending unto you. The relationship god needs you to have with the clouds is their light. Clouds drifting with the light, drift like the birds gliding on pockets of wind. Rose windows and churches could describe the light and the spirits ascension, Christ's relationship with heaven, through no greater reflection. Birds flying through the light are like the spirit of Christ and flight, our short journey on earth. Clouds drifting are blown away with the wind. A bird, flies through.