It's one thing to be in someone's space when they invite you. They make the bed, clean the dishes, hide the bong, But when they're not expecting company that's when you see how someone really lives.
The little space within the heart is as great as the vast universe. The heavens and the earth are there, and the sun and the moon and the stars. Fire and lightning and winds are there, and all that now is and all that is not.
When this old world starts getting me down, and peope are just too much for me to face. I climb right up to the top of the stairs and all my cares just drift right into the space. On the roof, the only place I know, where you just have to wish to make it so.
