busyThis poem came from the April 5, 2011 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired and sponsored by 
marina_bonomi. She wanted to see what would happen with a Chinese-style alchemist and our paper mages. But it turns out there are two approaches to alchemy ...
To read the other poems in the Origami Mage series, visit the "Serial Poetry" page on my website.
in the high mountains
the origami mage met
an old alchemist
he was practicing
the internal alchemy:
jing and qi and shen
they talked by his well
about their rivals and roads,
their joys and regrets
"tell my rival, if
you see him: I have found the
key to happiness"
"tell my rival, if
you see her: I am learning
all about patience"
the alchemist said:
"it would seem that we are on
the same path, my dear"
in the low valleys
the kirigami mage met
an old alchemist
he was practicing
the external alchemy:
metal elixirs
they talked by his hearth
about their rivals and goals,
their hopes and their fears
"I want to learn how
to cut to the heart of the
matter," she whispered
"I wanted the pill
of immortality, but
I was not ready"
"if you could still die,"
asked the kirigami mage,
"would you choose to go?"
the old alchemist
nodded, so she cut for him
an eight-spoked fălún
"tell my rival, if
you see him, that he was right
after all," he said
she agreed, and said,
"I hope that you don't meet my
rival where you go"
then she loaned him her
scissors to cut himself free
of immortal life
she watched his spirit
ride the Dharma Wheel toward a
new lesson at last
kirigami mage
prayed that her rival still walked
among the living
