The Gate

The Gate is wide and spacious but overgrown with vined flowers. If you are inattentive and preoccupied, you would miss it and pass the entry way that eases on the step stones to the pond. Therein, the waterfall cascades sometimes softly, sometimes loudly depending on the wind; and the fish swim in schools encircling the rocks until they spy your shadow. They greet you with hungry, open mouths swimming toward the edges; life is so simple here. The gate greets all comers, human and animal, insect and plant, sun and moon. The gate is always open, Come, See.