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.
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