Because of illusory time and the regard you give it, you reap a sense of urgency. You allow the world to impose urgency upon you. What is so urgent? What if whatever it is doesn’t get done on time? It strikes you as a fatality.
Of course, now is a good time for everything, and yet everything can’t be squeezed in at this moment. And so matters line up. Finish one, and another takes its place, and so you are always behind the eight ball with time, so it seems. The truth is you can’t be ahead of time. Time has a lariat, and it lassoes you, and you are caught up in it. No matter how well you do in your arrangements with time, time gets the better of you. Illusion has that way about it, and, you, innocent you, valiant you, you always think you can gain on time. Time is merciless, so be merciful on yourself. The passage of time is a hallway with a walking escalator, and it takes you round and round the block, and never lets you get off.
You cannot win a race with time.
Time would convince you that life is linear when life is anything but linear. Time would teach you sequence. Time is like a gas tank that never gets filled up. Time sets up an alarm. Time would get you out of breath.
Make your peace with time. You cannot really waste it. You can’t really spend it, for time is an agent unto itself.
Eternity is a different story. Eternity may be thought of as timeless, yet that is not quite accurate. There can be no timelessness when time does not exist. There is no line of time that can be drawn. Whereas time is always in a hurry, Eternity is simply here. We could call time noise, and Eternity – what can We call Eternity but no time at all. Eternity is a field of peace. It is out of the realm of time. Eternity has nothing to do with time. Time is a measurement, and Eternity is measureless. There is no tick-tock in Eternity.
Time is an imposition. It imposes on you.
Eternity is more like a wonderful backrest or a celestial mattress. Eternity is where it’s at. There is nothing but Eternity.
In the world, time and space become interchangeable and add clutter. The mind takes over. When the mind takes over, love becomes second in line. Love may even become a nonentity, and you may be thought of as a commodity. There is much fiction in the world, beloveds, and it is highly believed in.
It is as though you attend a masked ball. Everyone is in disguise. Nothing is what it seems. Or you sit in the stands at a circus, and there is no knowing, even in world terms, what is true or what is a trick. Is the clown a clown, does he fall in the water, and does he temporarily help you to forget time and space in his leaps on the stage at the circus? Even as the clown moves, he helps you to forget motion. For a moment, your heart is still, and your mind is still, and you suspend belief in time and space and all their jumping up and down.
Time can elude you, yet it is not easy for you to elude time while you live on Earth, and so you go along with it. At the same time, remind yourself that time is not your master. Time does not rule. Love does. Time is next to nothing. Where love is, time takes a back seat. Even in the world, this is so.