In the sleepy Village of Makanda,
amid the forests and the vineyards,
behind the tiny downtown storefronts,
there lies a Secret Garden,
of whimsical delight.
To find the entrance
you must pass through
the dim light corridor,
inside the shop of the Rainmaker.
Through the unconscious underworld
guarded by an earthly goddess.
With hair like Medusa,
and a look of calm foreboding.
Beyond the glassy eyed goat
surrounded by the faces
of tormented souls
and skulls picked clean of their flesh
by the ravages of time.
Beyond this shadowy tunnel
a doorway of light draws you outward
into the entrance of the Garden.
Signs and beasts alert you
to proceed with Caution.
You have entered a place where winged fairies flutter
in the tangled mazes of ivy,
and mermaids bask in the Sun.
Where frogs call to the Koi fish,
who break the surface of the pool
to whisper back their secrets.
Stone steps lead to a hidden hollow,
where a circular window lets the Sun enter at will
and the Moon peek in at night.
The perfect place for afternoon gatherings,
or late night dreaming.
Climb higher and you’ll find a Tower,
made of stone and wood,
where you can have tea amid the tree tops,
and talk with the singing birds.
You cross a bridge that leads nowhere
over a sparkling stream
full of smooth stones
and rocks stacked like artwork
that remind you to watch your step.
You leave your mark for the next traveler to find,
or to kick over mindlessly.
It doesn’t matter.
This is a place of harmony.
Where worlds collide,
and creativity is the only language.
You are moved to tears
and forced to smile.
And spin in circles
your face lifted towards the sky like a sunflower
I found you at last!
Eden is all around.
Everyday miracles surround us.
What a beautiful surprise.