Lewis Carroll (Charles Lutwidge Dodgson)
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
and as my heart melts into complete surrender
Laugher echos in divine splendor
to wings so tender
yet strong
You have touched my heart
in this time of change,
not so strange to rearrange
DNA repatterning you say a cosmic matrix
its just the beating of hearts
wings fluttering
reaching towards the heavens
and with every heartbeat
you arise to surprise
wings reacing
beloved weeping
we return unto the source
of all that is within us and so it shall be
is just the wings of the beloved
hearts beating in a beloved drumbeat
Ancient sounds penetrate into my soul
no other sound can resound
silence is golden
and so the beholden
one of the one of the one of the one of the one
heart in many
each note each string each note each string each
note
harmonic convergence
weavers weaving
lovers loving
hammers beating forging steel melts in the
furnace of
the divine heart
