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This Strange Thing Happening What is this strange thing happening? An opening, acceptance broader than before, Love as chaperone. Sights, ideas, sounds, A seeing to the core of things – Gradual, ongoing; every morning fresh. Things foreign, new and unfamiliar, Things outside my mental door: The whole as if I’d had a drug of one or other kind, So new one thinks about one’s state of mind. Mad? A chemistry? Not bonkers, loopy, cuckoo, batty. No! Perception changed: A little bolder, unafraid – New thoughts sprung from the hubbub of the old; New sympathy - rich empathy, And there’s the rub - Unused to, as it were, to stand up for…so openly, Articulately, stating what one thinks is true. One wonders if the people round have noticed too. One thinks of Huxley* Will it stay? Settle down or go away? Does it have a meaning? A broadening, one hopes – but frightening - A bit. One’s entering an untouched land. One hopes one lands just right. The Strange Thing Happening 7.2.2016 To The Child Mystic II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Pure Nakedness; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Corwin *Aldous Huxley (see The Doors Of Perception)
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
This Strange Thing Happening
This Strange Thing Happening What is this strange thing happening? An opening, acceptance broader than before, Love as chaperone. Sights, ideas, sounds, A seeing to the core of things – Gradual, ongoing; every morning fresh. Things foreign, new and unfamiliar, Things outside my mental door: The whole as if I’d had a drug of one or other kind, So new one thinks about one’s state of mind. Mad? A chemistry? Not bonkers, loopy, cuckoo, batty. No! Perception changed: A little bolder, unafraid – New thoughts sprung from the hubbub of the old; New sympathy - rich empathy, And there’s the rub - Unused to, as it were, to stand up for…so openly, Articulately, stating what one thinks is true. One wonders if the people round have noticed too. One thinks of Huxley* Will it stay? Settle down or go away? Does it have a meaning? A broadening, one hopes – but frightening - A bit. One’s entering an untouched land. One hopes one lands just right. The Strange Thing Happening 7.2.2016 To The Child Mystic II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Pure Nakedness; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Corwin *Aldous Huxley (see The Doors Of Perception)
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
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