Leg room for elephants is never a problem, they make their own.
For me I have no choice except to find a place that fits and slide myself into place - like a knife placed in the drawer - lined up, shiny and smooth and pointing in the right direction.
Not so the elephant, he owns the drawer.
Water is not the source of life, freedom is. I think you will surely start to understand, and if not then your legs will be cut off and you will be tossed into the waves.
To understand time one needs to understand that in the Universe time has no meaning.
Imagine the rim of a bucket. Time as we think of it is all around the rim. Show me the beginning and I will show you the end. As you look forward into the future, look far enough and you will see the past, look even further and you will see the present. Our existence, the Universe’s existence is a circle, there is no beginning and no end.
There is a welcome in the light that lifts its face at dawn. I see the curve of the smile in the cloud's edge before the sun comes to take possession of the sky.
Birds hear the whisper and join in with ancestral song, brushing off the rimy cobwebs of night with pure memory gilded in the springing notes.
Wash it all out through tearful eyes - walk along the meadow's ridge and listen; see what everyone is failing to see.
No time, no-one is there, and though the kites fly in the sky there is another bird up high that wings himself on further, to the very highest mountain top from where he keeps an eye on man's endeavor and judges those who do not try.
A long time ago I lived in Nepal. The ground was stony and we could grow very little but there was a tough little flower with white petals that grew everywhere, even in the shadow of the stones. We called it old man's weed but I have no idea why.
Listen to your heart and not to what others around you are saying. They may see only the negative in a person when in fact what they are really seeing is a projection of their own fears.