Life Is Magic ( for that great magician, Wang Wei)

Who am I to argue

With @JonDorenbus

Who says life is magic

Just so you know
I also find it so --

A realm of pure conjecture
Which may be best

Communicated

In a brief moment's glance

Such as that of an old woodcutter 

Standing on the forest's edge

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Here is a link to my translation of the Wang Wei poem that inspired my own poem:

The Particles of Time in Their Constant Brownian Motion

Some say that Time

Doesn't really exist but

I see it otherwise --

Each particle of Time being composed

One part Pleiades and the rest pure pixie dust

And likewise being possessed of properties

Just like any other physical element --

A particle of Time may be

Frozen, liquid or gaseous

The Past is fixed or frozen

Constituting Time in its solid state

While fluidity describes its Present condition

(Now being free flowing to say the least)

Whereas the Future floats above all

In the most highly volatile state

Uncontainable in its possibilities

Thus particles of Time pass through 

Their own distinct phases 

Moments come and go
In their Brownian motion

Constantly changing state

As living beings we experience 

Time moving in a linear fashion

But that's merely our projection

Time itself cares not

For such restraint

It goes round and round

At the speed of light

From one phase to another

Each moment or particle

Moving interchangeably

Between all three states

A Word for Every Lost Word: my reply to Love (a poem by a student of @KateClanchy1 )

I too am one of those people

Who believes there should be

A word for every lost word

Including those that
Fail to cohere   

Around the ineffable end

Of the human spectrum

And those that end up

Being sobbed deep

Into the pillow though

 Which someday yet

May be transformed

Into the source of far

Greater spiritual freedom