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