#timelessness

[andreai04]

“Every life changes the universe. Whether or not that life is yours.”

[oblakdark]

𝕾𝖚𝖇𝖙𝖑𝖊

“𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎-𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙰𝚖 𝙸 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢? 𝚃𝚘 𝚌𝚘-𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑? 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢." © OBLAK

[marejadilla]

Mike Worrall, “Garden of Timelessness”, 1997-1999, oil on panel. B. 1942, Matlock Derbyshire, UK.

[eliotrosechild]

The Space Between: Exploring the Infinite Potential of Being

In a world where time is a relentless force and identity feels tethered to our daily experiences, we are constantly seeking to understand who we are and what we are becoming. We exist in the spaces between moments, continuously evolving but never quite arriving at a final definition of self. This journey is not just about reaching an end but about understanding the limitless nature of being itself—an infinite loop of potential, growth, and awareness.

The Illusion of Time and Identity

One of the greatest illusions we face is the concept of time as a linear path. From an early age, we are taught to think of life as a sequence of events, neatly ordered into past, present, and future. We set goals, make plans, and measure progress based on this timeline, believing that we are moving toward some fixed point where we will finally “arrive.” But what if this is not the case? What if time is not a straight line but a fluid, expansive space that bends and loops in ways we cannot fully comprehend?

Our identities are similarly bound by this illusion. We define ourselves by the roles we play—parent, professional, artist, friend—and by the experiences we accumulate over time. Yet, if we step back, we begin to see that these identities are not as fixed as they seem. They are temporary constructs, shaped by external circumstances and internal shifts, constantly dissolving and reforming.

In this sense, we are more than the sum of our experiences. We are not bound by the past, nor are we solely the product of the future we imagine. Rather, we are always becoming—moving through a space of possibility that transcends time and identity.

The Space Between Thoughts

There is a quiet, often unnoticed space that exists between our thoughts. In meditation, it is said that true peace is found not in the constant flow of mental chatter but in the stillness that exists in the gaps between those thoughts. In these moments, we catch glimpses of something deeper—an awareness that goes beyond the mind, beyond the stories we tell ourselves about who we are and what our lives should be.

This space is where we experience our true essence, free from the limitations of time and identity. It is in this space that we come to understand that we are more than our minds, more than our bodies, and more than the moments we experience. We are the awareness that witnesses all of this, the consciousness that exists beyond the labels and narratives we cling to.

When we reside in this space, even for a fleeting moment, we realize that we are not defined by what has come before or what is yet to come. We are part of an infinite continuum, a vast expanse of potential where every moment holds the possibility of transformation. This awareness invites us to reconsider what it means to “be,” not as a static state but as an ongoing process of becoming.

Dissolving the Boundaries

In the physical world, we often perceive boundaries between things—between ourselves and others, between the past and the future, between thought and action. These boundaries give us a sense of order and structure, but they can also limit our understanding of who we are and what we are capable of.

What happens when these boundaries begin to dissolve? When we no longer see ourselves as separate from the world around us but as part of an interconnected whole? This shift in perception can be both liberating and disorienting. It forces us to confront the fluidity of existence and the idea that we are always in a state of flux.

As the boundaries between self and other, past and future, dissolve, we begin to see that all we can ever be is this—this moment, this awareness, this potential. There is no final destination, no fixed identity to cling to. Instead, we are constantly evolving, shifting, and expanding.

This understanding challenges the notion of permanence that we often seek in life. We long for stability, for certainty, for a sense of control over who we are and where we are going. But in reality, life is a process of continual becoming, and the sooner we embrace this fluidity, the more fully we can experience the richness of existence.

Embracing the Infinite

When we accept that we are always becoming, we open ourselves to the infinite potential of existence. We stop trying to fit ourselves into narrow definitions of who we think we should be and instead allow ourselves to explore the vastness of what we might become. This shift in perspective is not about giving up on goals or aspirations but about understanding that the journey is just as important—if not more important—than the destination.

In this space of becoming, we are free to imagine new possibilities for ourselves and our lives. We are no longer confined by the past or constrained by the future. Instead, we are present to the unfolding of our own potential, moment by moment.

This is where true freedom lies—not in the certainty of knowing who we are, but in the openness to discover who we might become. It is in this space of infinite potential that we find our deepest sense of self, not as a fixed entity but as an ever-evolving awareness that transcends time, identity, and circumstance.

Conclusion: All We Can Ever Be

As we move through life, we are constantly confronted with the question of who we are and what we are becoming. The answers to these questions are never fixed; they are always shifting, changing, and evolving. In recognizing this, we begin to see that the essence of who we are is not something we can grasp or hold onto. It is not something that can be defined by time or circumstance.

All we can ever be is this: a moment of awareness, a flicker of consciousness in the vast expanse of existence. We are the process of becoming, the space between thoughts, the potential that lies beyond identity and time. And in this realization, we find a deeper sense of peace, knowing that we are always enough, just as we are, and always becoming more than we can imagine.

[wayti-blog]

Art is the funnel, as it were, through which spirit is poured into life.

― Thomas Mann

[random-xpressions]

Nostalgia is how we travel backwards in time and hope is how we travel forward in time. Love is how we cease the very concept of time!

Random Xpressions

[namitha]

I surrender to the embrace of divinity, recognizing that we are but vessels of a greater cosmic energy. I merge my essence with yours, knowing that our connection extends far beyond the realm of mortal existence. We are intertwined in a timeless dance, forever united in the eternal mosaic of love.

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[manwalksintobar]

I Couldn't Sleep In My Dream // Alice Notley

I couldn't sleep in my dream. The moon was a vast flower but broken, behind leaves and the force of distortion. Where does that come from? There's no moon here. Distortion's all that I know. I walked near the ocean unable to sleep. Trying to receive messages, though I know there's no one to send them. Here are the words you were looking for. But I wanted something different-Or is this it? Any- thing, anything's different. I left with another widow and a divorcee. I didn't say goodbye. But that's just autobiographical, who cares? I want to live here, where nothing coheres. Who'd be in ordinary life, working or shopping, looking forward to whatever it turns out it's about, in the eyes of belief. I don't believe something. Here I'm spooked, it's not that I like that, it's that I stand in for that, rather. Though Here's so total. Someone's screaming from the basement, who's going away tomorrow; and I'm no particular age. I have no fear. I'm only that I am this moment, inside sheer unsteadiness, the night-time of crisis as tone. Awake the banks are failing, but I've nothing invested there. I'm listening for something else, not Death, but what she hears. She hears me, but I can't always hear me saying to her, Keep me at arm's length. I don't know a thing yet, and I haven't lived. I'm starting to now, aren't I? No, you're asleep, you're always asleep. I meet someone else who knows nothing, the woman who said I am big- hearted. I think about her but I'm dreaming my dream. She flows into me then rolls away. I approach my holy, haunted railroad stations, underground networks, airports, trying to leave. I don't know what I'm leaving or where I'm going. I don't seem to mind, I'm in the state of traveling. Suspended. That's always been my state. This is my heart, or is it yours, I move within. Death's faceless, looking for my face to wear within her hair shape, just for a minute, before she moves on to another. Everyone does it. Well I'm gone. Not with death, but from the market. Evaporated I've never been there. I don't know how to dream but I'm dreaming. In front of the house where I began; then I'm still no one and everything. Everything circumscribed by this child's body that's grown, but is dimensionless near the dark tree. Enter door once more-It's too personal. And I go in, it's just a portal after all. I don't know what's inside. Whatever happens next. Nothing happens; things coalesce then melt again, as if you yourself create them. Well don't I? I create death, and time. Make my story have a shape that's understood. No, I won't be pressed for emotion now that I'm back. If I hear people marching, mobilized, I won't be one. I'm free in this house that doesn't exist. And the crowd's passed crying out for power. I have no needs. No country, no continent, no hope. I sit in blackness where I once lived. In magic, the only force I recognize. What is it? a face cries, skittering away. All that's left, I reply, the basis of life, the explanation of how I came to town. Oh, there's furniture, some old couch I knew but can't remember, tranquilizer of my thought. Press cheek to it, sit on lino, breathe. I used to remember this floor but I don't. I mean I'm just here. I was cared for, and now I care for myself, but I'm the early one too; though the carers aren't here, perhaps the care is. Don't turn on the radio, the old console, a period piece. I'm not one. I'm immortal, like the universe. All I feel is the tingle of this existence, or non-existence, if you're an activist, handing out parts out there where Death's invoked. Does she come to them sooner, for all their rage to find her?

The sun is rising, and light enters my old house. What sun is this? The desert star or some one flame as in transcendence? I won't ask it. I won't ask anyone anything. I got tired of being childish. In your assigned role you were a woman. But I've always been a poet, that's all, no sex or race, no age or face. Can Eternity strip me of it? That's only another word. I'm inside myself, and inside it. Today's the new fact. Are there others there? Timeless, and loveless, this light touches me. I won't need anything else.

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

[turiyatitta]

The Absolute and the Illusion of Time

In our journey towards spiritual awakening, we often encounter the perplexing notion of time. Our minds are conditioned to perceive time linearly: past, present, and future. This perception is deeply ingrained in our consciousness, shaping our understanding of reality. However, the Absolute— the ultimate reality—exists beyond this linear framework. In the realm of the Absolute, everything that…

[minecraftdreamer]

The dawn broke with a quiet persistence over the ancient castle, imposing in its grandeur. Stone upon stone, each one a testament to the hands that had worked them, the castle stood steadfast against the lightening sky. It rested there, nestled between the embrace of waking trees and the slumbering whispers of a river that had seen more dawns than any living creature could dare count.

As the sun crowned itself with the first golden rays, it painted the world in hues of amber and fire. The clouds hung lightly, gentle spectators to the castle's eternal vigil. This castle had known the petulant march of armies, the hushed footsteps of lovers, and the solitary paces of kings that pondered the weight of their crowns in the silent corridors.

No banners flew this morning. The air was too still, expectant of a world not yet fully awake. The forest held its breath, and the river flowed with a soft tenacity, all of nature bowing to the moment when light first touched the cold stones, warming them with promise of the day to come.

It was a place unburdened by the passage of hours, a scene where stories of valor and heartbreak were etched into the very walls. They were tales untold, stories waiting for the brave or the foolish to partake in the unfolding of history.

[oblakdark]

𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖞

"𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚢 '𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚢𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖." © ＯＢＬＡＫ

[violetvaughnart]

In a monochrome world where the shades of black and white blend into a tapestry of contemplative silhouettes, two figures find solace in the silent language of companionship. Under the canopy of an age-old tree, whose sprawling branches trace calligraphic etchings against the solemn sky, the two sit. The table between them is a modest wooden affair, a silent witness to the passage of unspoken years, its surface bearing the testimony of countless seasons in the gentle rings of its grain.

There, amidst the quiet chorus of rustling leaves, time itself seems to hush its relentless march, bending around the moment like the curling mist of early dawn. The two men, each a reflection of the other in the mirror of life's twilight, sit enraptured in a dialogue deeper than words. Their gaze carries the weight of stories told and untold, eyes deep as the night sky, fraught with the flickering stars of memories and wisdom hard-earned.

Their hands lie before them, veined landscapes of histories lived, caressing the warm ceramics of tea cups, steaming with the comforting aroma of a blend as rich and nuanced as the lives they've led. The steam rises like spirits ascending, a dance of vapors twirling in the stillness, an ephemeral communion with the air that breathes life into all.

Around them, the world is a canvas of softened edges and gentle contrasts, each stroke of reality painted with the bristle of time's brush. The men, cloaked in the attire of earthbound workers, caps settled on their heads as crowns of the common man, are kings in their own quiet kingdom of the present moment.

In the space between words and sighs, they share a melancholy that is sweet in its serenity, the kind that smiles through the ache of days gone, acknowledging the transience of every beating heart. Yet, in their silence, there is a resilience, a tacit agreement that, while the leaves may fall and the branches may sway, the roots of their being are interlaced, grounded in the soil of shared existence.

Here, in this tableau of life suspended, the men connect not just with each other, but with the eons that have passed and those that are yet to unfold. It is a portrait of humanity raw and gentle, a glimpse into the soul where every wrinkle is a verse of a poem that sings the delicate balance of sorrow and hope.

In this introspective interlude, the world breathes with them, a hushed breath caught in the throes of its own becoming, and for a fleeting breath, all that ever was converges with all that is.

[cadmar]

We're Visiting

We don't live here, we're just visiting. This is an incredible statement as it is all about our observations and conclusions to what we call our "reality". We live here comes from the conclusion from all our experiences and all these experiences are created by our sensory abilities. In other words, there is no basis to claim that we live here in this 3D world as our own body, we have concluded, is also 3D.

If you get the chance, read this book, Relativity Visualized, by Professor Lewis Carroll Epstein. Here's an excellent video explaining that we are moving at the speed of light. This concurs with the idea that at every point in space and at every moment in time there is a force expanding in all directions that moves all objects (causes all movements and motions, for example a 4D hypersphere).

What does all this mean? We, our ability to perceive is from this 4D world, and we are looking what we call distance, height, length, as 3D, but is actually all time! Your brain is looking at a line drawn on a sheet of paper. We think that we are seeing the entire line all at once. This is incorrect. The eye is seeing pixel by pixel at each location on that line. Each pixel reaches the brain at slightly different times! The brain combines them into the perception as one time, but in reality, we are seeing only "time"! Not the line. We have created this 3D line!

We are in the 4D world and view time and conclude it is a 3D world. We think we are in a rigid, solid 3D world. This 3D conclusion is incorrect as it is the difference in time that we are sensing! It is all time! We are visiting this 3D world as we actually are living in this 4D world!

[santmat]

Meister Eckhart: "Nothing hinders the soul’s knowledge of God as much as time and space, for time and space are fragments, whereas God is one! And therefore, if the soul is to know God, it must know him above time and outside of space; for God is neither this nor that, as are these manifold things. God is One!"

Meister Eckhart: "If the soul is to see God, then it must see no temporal thing, for as long as the soul is conscious of time or space, or of an idea, it cannot know God."