The Creation of Adam is a fresco on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, painted by Michelangelo Buonarroti circa 1511.
Otherwise it would all happen at once. Our births, lives, deaths. In an instant, a tableau of everything. Time slows it, lineates it, notches it. We experience ourselves event by event. We attempt to feel the fullness of the great expanse in our awareness of the moment, pure, insightful.
Time is a way of perceiving: measuring our lives, our moments of meeting, that we age. We are time travelers touching each other as we pass by. We know the wholeness of which we are a part; we reach for each other, our feather-soft breaths.
Is time an interpretation carved out of the undifferentiated? And space a way to spread it out, a place to live? The way we are separated in our individual beings. How our egos map the terrain of the unknown. Ropes we grab to cross the ocean of raw life. Without fixing ourselves in time and space, as coordinates, would it fly apart?
My pathway to you who are reading this was always known. Who you are is inherent in the writing. Destiny is not predetermined but the unfolding of the moment in the wholeness of everything that has or will ever exist. Does it spin on the tip of Zeno's Arrow?
In my image-creating mind, time is the crumbling sand beneath my bare feet as the ocean pulls it away.
Time is the rhythm of each day, activity by activity. At night, fatigued, we let go.
In meditation, I knew I'd left time; not a euphoria of timelessness witnessing the flow of time, but absence, non-being, not in the learned experience of time.
Perhaps death is a closure of time, where it ceases.
Time is the energy I have
for living.
This composition, this insight, this rumination, indeed, almost a perception of time is outstanding. It is a piece in which the reader really, truly feels the tide as it rushes in and retreats, over and over and over again. And within each Tidal Wave, a story unfolds. Experience.
ReplyDeleteAnd the beating of time and the sensation, perception of timelessness within the meditative state~oh, it is perfect, this composition.
It is wondrous, from beginning to end, in bridging creation, experience and the dying of what we know within that span of existence; in that span of "time."
You have a way of opening doors with your words.
Blessings~