“The thoughts that occur to me while I’m running are like clouds in the sky. Clouds of all different sizes. They come and they go, while the sky remains the same sky always. The clouds are mere guests in the sky that pass away and vanish, leaving behind the sky.”
“The birds have vanished into the sky and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.”
“Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.”
“The brightest skies are always foreshadowed by dark clouds”
“once i was told to not be sad, because behind every dark cloud there is a bright sky...what they do not seem to know is that past that bright sky is an endless darkness.”
“And marbled clouds go scudding byThe many-steepled London sky.”