Quotes about Sky

"The sky is waiting to be touched by a hand of fabulous childhood."

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet,
Illusion fled from all my ecstasy.

Now like a radiant sky creature
God keeps opening.

God keeps opening
Inside of Me.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
Were every blade of grass a quill,
Were the world of parchment made,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor would the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.

. . . even the enlightened person . . . is never more than his own limited ego before the One who dwells within him, whose form has no knowable boundaries, who encompasses him on all sides, fathomless as the abysms of the earth and vast as the sky.

Red morning sky -
 snail,
  are you glad of it?

People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle.  But I think the real miracle is not  to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth.  Every day we are engaged  in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child - our own two eyes.  All is a miracle.

The hoop dancer dances within what encircles him, demonstrating how the people live in motion within the circling spirals of time and space. They are no more limited than water and sky. At green corn dance time, water and sky come together, in Indian time, to make rain.

There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.

“With these hands a life will spring-whose limbs will stretch to the limitless sky, whose leaves will grace the vastness of the universe”

... here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart(i carry it in my heart).

Gratitude to the Great Sky who holds billions of stars -
and goes yet beyond that -
beyond all powers, and thoughts and yet is within us -
Grandfather Space.
The Mind is his Wife

To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -
True Poems flee -

Inebriate of Air - am I -
And Debauchee of Dew -
Reeling - thro endless summer days -
From inns of Molten Blue -

In the sky, there is no distinction of east and west; people create distinctions out of their own minds and then believe them to be true.