Reflecting on Time - Daria Bocicova

Time as we know it in our everyday lives is, essentially,
an idea based on a sensation based on an observation, which
in turn, is based on our knowledge and memory of the state
or condition before the measurement of that change.  Time is
the feeling that we experience when we see some kind of
change...

When people think that celestial changes are seasonal changes
associated with the Earth's position around the Sun are time,
it's like thinking that a fish swimming in an aquarium is water.
In fact, a tank is like space, and water is like time.  Water fills
the tank, and it's everywhere.  If it wasn't, the fish wouldn't be
able to move and would be dead, despite all the space in the
aquarium...

Time itself is neither linear nor circular.  It does not flow or
move but allows others to do so.  So the cycles we observe
have nothing to do with time, except that time will enable
them to exist.  Time is attached to each part of space, forming
a space-time continuum, and as everything moves, vibrates,
changes, it is related to the fact that time is a dimension
that allows all cycles to exist...

Daria Bocicova - physicist
excerpts from an article  in The Plant News

with thanks to Under My Umbrella and Beyond

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Photo - Mystic Meandering
The time was actually 2:32pm :)

 

Wait for the Empty Playground - Li-Young Lee

 Wait for evening.
Then you'll be alone.

Wait for the playground to empty.
Then call out those companions from childhood:

The one who closed his eyes
and pretended to be invisible.
The one to whom you told every secret.
The one who made a world of any hiding place.

And don't forget the one who listened in silence
while you wondered out loud:

Is the universe an empty mirror?  A flowering tree?

Is the universe the sleep of a woman?

Wait for the sky's last blue
(the color of your homesickness).

Then you'll know the answer.

Wait for the air's first gold (that color of Amen).
Then you'll spy the wind's barefoot steps.

Then you'll recall that story beginning
with a child who strays in the woods.

The search for him goes on in the growing
shadow of the clock.

And the face behind the clock's face
is not his father's face.

And the hands behind the clock's hands
are not his mother's hands.

All of Time began when you first answered
to the names your mother and father gave you.

Soon, those names will travel with the leaves.
Then, you can trade places with the wind.

Then you'll remember your life
as a book of candles,
each page read by the light of its own burning.

Li-Young Lee

Poem: "Become Becoming"

From: Behind My Eyes

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Photo - Mystic Meandering

Through Time...

My life is but a passage through time;
a zephyr ~~~~

smoke and mirrors that seem real;
a role to play, a story to unwind...

Sometimes burdened by the density of matter reality,
with its never ending mentations, and entanglements
of the personality;

baggage carried from the past;
paradoxes of the present;
perceptions of "Reality" that don't quite fit
the keyhole - waiting to be unlocked.

At times the mysteries of the Cosmos call me to
ethereal flights, and I play in the
 cosmic dance of timelessness...
Free of the passage of time.
Free of the persona, the story line,
that carries me through time...

Mystic Meandering
August 23, 2019
3am

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Photo - Mystic Meandering

Go Deeper Than Love - D.H. Lawrence

What we lack is a cosmic life...
The rhythm of the cosmos is something we cannot
get away from without impoverishing our lives.
We must get back into relation, vivid and nourishing relation
to the cosmos and the universe.
For the truth is, we perish for lack of fulfillment of our greater
needs, we are cut off from the great source of our inward
nourishment and renewal, sources which flow eternally
in the universe...

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Go deeper than love,
for the soul has greater depths...
Go down to your deep, old heart.
and lose sight of yourself.
Let us lose sight of ourselves,
and break the mirrors.
For the fierce curve of our lives is
moving again to the depths
out of sight
in the deep living Heart.

D.H. Lawrence

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I am part of a vast network, an unbroken legacy of evolved,
thinking sentient beings that is older than myself, older
than my ancestors, older than my species, older than the
rocks and trees and even the planet we live upon.

...my origins go back even further, to the Big Bang and beyond...
eons ago, to a time before time.

Poffo Ortiz