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
So new one thinks about one’s state of mind.
Not bonkers, loopy, cuckoo, batty.
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 -
One’s entering an untouched land.
One hopes one lands just right.
*Aldous Huxley (see The Doors Of Perception)
Aldous Huxley as the Fool -- Suzanne Treister