Two Mountains Crumbling In Daylight

Eons ago, near two flowing rivers in old China Lived an old, white clothed man ninety-nine years of age Who glared at two mountains he knew from his long-dead childhood Who glared at the giants he always had dreams of The first was a mist covered mountain, where all beasts were blind With whispers of meaningless legends and theories The second was a fiery mountain singing in passion With trees and bushes with golden leaves, but no fruit Both these mountains trapped the souls of the damned under the dirt Both buried the light in the damp cyclical tomb The souls were angels who defended their land from the night Horsemen who guarded against the Prince of Darkness The inner soul of light within the old man awakened The youthful hoopoe bird within chirped for freedom He began his work, to dig into the mountains themselves He started to craft a path for all to travel A wiser old man came up and saw the sweat raining down And chuckled at the absurdity raining down “Oh friend, you cannot remove one grey hair from the giants How in heaven’s name can you crumble these mountains” The foolish grey-haired man, singing and young in his caged heart Said these words, roaring with his liberated mind “My children shall tear the mountains by their blood-covered hand My grandchildren shall destroy them with their chisels My offspring will fight as unsleeping armies in the night My offspring will never surrender their grand fight The birds of the blue sky will peck the mountains piece by piece The worms of earth will eat the fortress bit by bit” These words reached the wise man’s inner heart beating with wonder These words reached the sun and moon’s delicate bright souls So the ships of light carried the message to the blue sky The Infinite Father of Greatness and Lightness The blue sky ripped apart the revolving grey clouds of might The expanse of azure blue split all into two Daylight shone in the highest firmament of dark violet Daylight shone in the lowest crannies of Sheol These two mountains vanished as if they were nothing at all These two watchtowers crumbled in the gentle flames Leaving no fortresses between the two flowing rivers Leaving only an untouched garden, eons old