Am I spacious? Or have I not much room to grow
To my fullest potential while earth is my home?
It’s a question I must ask. It’s like a check-in
With the spirit within, wherein I can begin
Creating a new landscape where it’s free to roam.
I am sure that the answer can never be no.

Spaciousness is the essence of my awareness.
The mind is a container for all that I know
Through the processes of reason and memory.
Out of reach is the view that the third eye can see.
It can help with the sorting out and letting go
Of my obsessive thoughts which cause me undue stress.

Before asking the question, did something occur
That may have been upsetting to some part of me?
If it’s so, then a little space opens where I
Can distribute the discomfort yet not deny
Expressing to the one diplomatically
How I feel, and importantly, what I prefer.

No matter how important my worldly things are
To my health and survival, the time that I spend
Becoming more spacious in my daily affairs
Is my number one duty. The best of me cares
That my progress continues and that I transcend
Situations I foolishly make too bizarre.