| You must not forget The Space We made Together, or alone We Travel at a mysterious Pace Well Beaten Paths Of Forgotten Snows The white hare The sparrows trill Together we will sit Calmly Quietly Still Until we Approach The Maze so Filled With Forgotten paths By Ways so Still wandering up and down Until we reach Our Goal And rest upon the New Fallen Snow Jeffrey C. McMahan Nov 11 06 |
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| Two Mountains Love |
- There once was two Mountains who loved one another. From the beginning
of Creation, to the fulfillment of time, they were separated. In their loneliness
they wept. For that which kept them apart, was a valley, which neither could
cross. High up on the shoulders of the two mountains, there was a spring.
Not of one, or the other, but, of both, complete into itself. The water of this
spring brought forth, from the earth life. Out it flowed; bubbling, cool, clear
and bright, into the valley it flowed. It formed into a stream, and fell down
the valley, between the two mountains. The tears of the two mountains
nourished the stream, and, it became into a river, flowing into the plains
below. Bringing life, into the plains below. After which it flowed into a sea, a
great sea, of water and life
- The two mountains knew of this stream, and came to drink of the waters of
life. Each time, both receiving, and giving, into the waters of life. For each
time they came to drink, they left of themselves, into the water, which, then
flowed into the plains, and into the sea of water and life. But they could not
give fully of themselves, and they were still alone.
- Many years went by. The ages came and went. The two mountains would
see of each other, when they came down to the stream to drink. One would
come down as the other was leaving. Their love grew stronger. Each time
they would leave more of themselves, hoping, let one day they would unite.
- Their loneliness grew greater
Their tears made the river rage
They came down to the stream to drink
Finally meeting
At the same time
Facing each other
From across the stream
Reaching out
They held each other
finally
Giving themselves
Into the river completely
- There once was a delta, in the sea, of water and life...
- Jeffrey C McMahan
written 4-12-96
this publication 6-07 11
As I lay there, barely sleeping.
And my dreams came silently creeping.
When in through my open window flew.
A large black bird with eyes askew.
It flew right in I couldn't stop it.
It perched on my just to hang around a bit.
It spoke to me in a verse.
That was hard to follow
And made me think of the worst.
Black and dark he spoke of things
Let made me shudder, and in my head ring.
Thoughts of hell, and in the abyss I go.
To follow, that sad tail of woe.
Deeper and deeper I travel
Until I reach a pinnacle of despair.
And on it Impaled.
Was a young lass, so dear
I thought to myself, what is she doing here?
I asked the bird to tell me more.
But he just shook his head
And said "nevermore"
Jeffrey C McMahan
written Oct 2004
prev. pub. 10-9-04
this pub. 6-11-11
rev. 6-11-11
And my dreams came silently creeping.
When in through my open window flew.
A large black bird with eyes askew.
It flew right in I couldn't stop it.
It perched on my just to hang around a bit.
It spoke to me in a verse.
That was hard to follow
And made me think of the worst.
Black and dark he spoke of things
Let made me shudder, and in my head ring.
Thoughts of hell, and in the abyss I go.
To follow, that sad tail of woe.
Deeper and deeper I travel
Until I reach a pinnacle of despair.
And on it Impaled.
Was a young lass, so dear
I thought to myself, what is she doing here?
I asked the bird to tell me more.
But he just shook his head
And said "nevermore"
Jeffrey C McMahan
written Oct 2004
prev. pub. 10-9-04
this pub. 6-11-11
rev. 6-11-11
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