The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.
God is to us like the sky to a small bird, which cannot see its outer limits and cannot reach its distant horizons, but can only lose itself in the greatness and immensity of the blueness.
Each time I leaped I seemed to touch the sky and when I regained earth it seemed to be mine alone.
I have broken the blue boundary of color limits, come out into the white; beside me comrade-pilots swim in this infinity.
Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
The sky is the limit. You never have the same experience twice.
The Heavens are as deep as our aspirations are high.
Take my love, take my land. Take me where I cannot stand I don't care, I'm still free You can't take the sky from me.
