Time

In Five Houses of Zen, Yung-Ming says,

I urge you not to throw away time, for it’s swift as an arrow, fast as a stream. Distraction is entirely due to lack of concentration; stupidity and blindness are caused by lack of true knowledge.

Time, a concept, an abstract taken from the fabric of reality. It may be finite or infinite, we don’t know, but it is not separate from the whole, and yet it is distinct.

Don’t dwell on past memories or fixate on future events. The present moment is timeless. It has no yesterday or tomorrow.

But do not disregard the past, for you must learn from it. Nor should you ignore the future, because only fools do not plan and prepare.

Buddhism teaches that time exists only in the mind and it is empty. Taught to free you from the bondage of time. So that you don’t seize it, cling to it.

I grow older, becoming more aware of how precious is time, and I sense, as I could not when I was younger, how fleeting. A part of me wants to seize and cling to time with all my might.

Looking back, with an eye toward learning from the past, I see how often I have thrown time away, how much of it has been wasted. Looking forward, preparing for limited amount of time I have left in this present life, I make a determination to use time more wisely, become more efficient with time.  Don’t resent it. Don’t resist it. Enjoy it.

To obtain real freedom, one has to flow with time free from its bondage. A paradox, because as soon as you realize that you are free, you are clinging to the memory of a moment that no longer exists.

Time is yours to use, so use it skilfully. The time to stop wasting time is now. Use the present moment to live, knowing that time is life. If you miss that moment, the time is up, for the moment is gone forever. Time may be infinite but you are not. How many more present moments must disappear into the sweeping tide?

The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.

Time is a wealth of change,
but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf.

– Tagore

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