A perfect space requires so much. But my space is around me. Once I step out the door and into the woods, I find all that I need.

The ground is a place to rest with leaves to comfort the body. Wild fruits of berries, grapes, and apples full of sweetness to enjoy. A variety of mushrooms (knowing the right ones to eat), herbs, and greens that freely grow. Quiet as the breeze drifts through the branches of the trees. The songs of birds and crickets sound loud, while the toads carry the base. Background is for the quiet stream that trickles of the rocks.

How perfect it is as the mind opens to all freely given. There is nothing to remind one of the daily chores, but the light in the sky. Space is only written on the heart of that one.