The River
A river dividing two disparate lands,
Perspectives so contrasting, separate they stand:
A physical land, full of logic and sense,
And one metaphysically deep and intense.
The domain of one, with logic infused,
Acknowledges facts scientifically proved.
The world thus supported is solid and sure
Enriching, evolving a knowledge most pure.
The thrill and excitement in life there is found
By knowing and seeing the patterns around
And fitting them into a construct ideal
Distinguishing all that is not and is real.
The other domain, of a mystical bent,
Extols the abstract as its highest intent.
A more philosophical view of the world
Ensures that the mind is unfettered, unfurled.
Thus freed, the emotions and spirit can range,
Imagining concepts most vibrant and strange
Excitement is born from the boundless belief
Existence is wondrous in Magic's fair fief.
The people who live in these lands so distinct
Are often unable to see how they're linked,
So rooted are their antithetical views
They scorn one another, their notions eschew.
But twining and winding the great river flows
Unmindfully carving its route as it goes,
Eroding the banks just a little each day,
Transporting a part of each realm away.
True wisdom is carried in currents downstream -
The best of both worlds: of science, of dream -
Where magic and logic can both coincide
And joyful existence from both is supplied.
August 2015
Copyright © Moira Cameron | Year Posted 2016
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