Between Dusk and Dawn a New Year Appears to Appear . . .
And yet we know it’s all just one continuous unfolding as one day or year slips seamlessly into the next. This marking of time is an illusion and has no more weight than what we give it. And each year I give it less and less.
In reality, there’s just this present awareness of the here and now before it too dissolves into what we call the past and evolves into what call the future. But what we call the past and the future is just part of one continuous, seamless, whole.
What we experience as the passage of time is simply the process by which we come to know that wholeness—intimately, inch by inch—as it reveals itself to us through it unravelling. As if the totality of existence is one huge ball of yarn that we are experiencing as it unfolds, moment by moment. (Shades here of physicist David Bohm’s Wholeness and the Implicate Order.)
And yet we too are woven into that wholeness, each of us separately and together. And what we are witnessing is our own self-revealing. Nothing we cherish is lost. Nothing we aspire toward is unfulfilled. It’s all part of the one Whole.
The longer I live, the more I see things this way, and see myself (and each of us) as an essential part of it: As ever fresh, and as ancient as time itself.
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As always, Deborah, I so enjoy reading your words. I love how deeply you think and how present you are to this moment right now. Here’s wishing you a healthy and happy new year!
B
Lots of simple and profound insights to wonder on; thank you.
“Nothing we cherish is lost. Nothing we aspire toward is unfulfilled.”
I think I get lost about here. Maybe thinking too much about what has been lost and what is yet unknown and missing the point?