In the isness of NOW

Here is the essence of the 10 minute presentation I am going to make during this month as part of the training process at IITD. The first part is a poem by Walt Whitman which is the core of the presentation. The concluding bit is Neale Donald Walsch’s thoughts on awareness. The rest is all mine.

There was a child went forth every day,
and the first object he looked upon and received with
wonder or pity or love or dread, that object he became
and that object became part of him for the
day or a certain part of the day……
or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
-Walt Whitman
In the isness of Now……..


The child sponged in elder’s certainties, trustingly
Of God, nation, language, money, duties, winning all…
Ran a thousand movies in his mental screen at once
With stories scripted in hollow sound and fury
Where people wore masks, and played games….
He asked why for a while, then bowed to reality.
And these he became, unknowingly, unaware.
The child bequeathed to the man
A fragmented, twisted past of images that
Imprisoned him in their moulds and
Played a thousand movies on his mental screen
Wore his status with a false, pompous air
Became loneliness, pain, strife, despair, fear…       
Then the man birthed the child in him bit by bit
He cradled his feelings in acceptance and love
And listened. And watched. Attentively.
With gratitude he watched the sun, rise and set,
Cuddled his loved ones smiling fresh and warm
Played with them in the beach like mad, free….
He ceased becoming anything,
Just lived, immersed in the isness of NOW.
Thank you, God, for allowing me to feel, right
now, the peace that comes with gratitude for
what is, replacing the yearning for what is not.
Thank you for bringing me the understanding
that from the isness comes all that is now not,
but will surely be.
Let me stay, then, in the isness.
-Neale Donald Walsch 

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