Space

Give me space,
and I'll give you spaciousness.

Make your ceiling high-domed,
Like a temple,
And you'll see the fabulous geometry of
life playing like a sun-shadowed
mosaic pattern on your walls.

Hold your breath,
Become quiet,
And in that still small space
Your mind will know with certainty
That the heart is true,
And nothing gets wasted.

Nature doesn't work like that.
Not even human nature.