from “Island” by Aldous Huxley
Somewhere between seeing and speaking, somewhere
Between our soiled and greasy currency of words
And the first star, the great moths fluttering
About the ghosts of flowers,
Lies the clear place where I, no longer I,
Love’s nightlong wisdom of the other shore…
I no longer I,
In this clear place between my thought and silence
See all I had and lost, anguish and joys,
Glowing like gentians in the Alpine grass,
Blue, unpossessed and open.
Aldous Huxley (1894 - 1963) is best known for his novel Brave New World, but his last book, Island, explores ideas and actions which might prevent democracy from turning into the totalitarianism described in the earlier book. This short extract points to the visionary underpinnings of Huxley’s later years, after experiences with entheogenic plants had shifted the focus of his interests from an academic universalism to the timeless truth of the perennial philosophy.
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.
Meanwhile, someplace in the world, somebody is making love and another a poem.
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
Give yourself permission to rest and receive lullabies for your heart.
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