Ajijic is a small village nestled on the north shore of Lake Chapala, Mexico's largest lake. Surrounded by the Sierra Madres, it is a world unto itself, where behind the walls, windows and doors are always open and welcoming. After visiting, it was only a matter of time before I returned to what is now home. These poems speak of a celebration of life and death, a festival of music, church bells, and children laughing. They speak of the toil and contentment of living in nature's garden, where each day begins with a morning symphony. In Ajijic two worlds live side by side harmoniously. Walls separate one another, yet life dances to the rhythm of conscious matter and mystery, and time is only what you make of it.