”Panta Rhei”, everything flows, something the Greek philosopher mystic Heraclitus so poignantly put it. Everything is subject to change, every phenomenal thing is touched by the finger of time. Though death and decay are the emanations of time, time in itself need not be seen as an enemy or something intrinsically bad, but simply something necessary for experiencing to occur. Time is simply there, as all other laws of the universe are there.
That being said, there is one thing I’ve found in my contemplations and meditations to be beyond time.
I suppose you might know what I’m referring to by now…
Come on! I know you know this one!
Yes! It is the Nirvanic eye. Your Nirvanic eye, or simply put your absolute subjective awareness.
Why and how you might ask?
Well, purely because your consciousness itself gives birth to time, and is therefore prior and beyond it. All other things are “victims” of time, matter, the world, atoms, rocks, mountains, cells, plants, animals, human beings, thoughts, emotions, ideas, ego…
Everything that you perceive is going to be swallowed by the mouth of Time, but nothing can touch your godly consciousness. What happens is actually the opposite, time gets consumed by your awareness the more you get in touch with your sense of presence.
Time becomes just like any other concept perceived, and will not be able to touch you if you don’t want it too. Now if you happen to be identified chiefly with your mind, thoughts, body and culture. Time will find a way to dishearten you, over and over again.
The wheel of samsara where trillions are “suffering” the maya-illusion, is also characterized by time, whereas the Buddha or the Mystic is like the cow that jumped over the moon. He moves into timelessness and weightlessness. You have this power, this power in innate to your consciousness, that is to transcend your limitations.
Quotations and Excerpts
“Time says, all that you see, all that you perceive, belongs to me! I eat everything… Except for awareness… Because I myself arise out of that Supreme One.”
all that remains of great soldiers’
“KYE MA! Listen with sympathy!
With insight into your sorry worldly predicament,
Realising that nothing can last, that all is as dreamlike illusion,
Meaningless illusion provoking frustration and boredom,
Turn around and abandon your mundane pursuits.”
Tilopa’s Song of Mahamudra to Naropa
“My legacy –
What will it be?
Flowers in spring,
The cuckoo in summer,
And the crimson maples Of autumn …”
“No man ever steps in the same river twice.”