Time

Time is a construct of the mind, a creation by humanity to place ourselves within the unfolding events around us.

Yet, no one truly knows when time began.

Often, time is viewed as a resource, something to be spent. For some, it is a resource to waste without thought. But time observes your mistakes and misadventures across lifetimes, and it will continue to witness your ignorance if you persist in disregarding it.

Time slips away unnoticed, for it is a reluctant observer. It is a product of samsara. Only through realisation and the dissolution of Karma can time be freed from its role as a witness—the culmination of enlightenment. Until then, you are the bearer and creator of time—the guardian ensuring that Karma continues to burn brightly during your darkest moments in samsara. Your fears precipitate and fuel the beacon of time, offering temporary comfort to a weary soul. But soon you realise that while you age, time remains unchanged. It becomes a silent accomplice, keeping you endlessly entertained in samsara. By the time you realise this, it’s too late—your hastily made plans fail, and you reach the end of your strength. In your final moments, your breaths slow and eventually cease.

Yet time has already forgiven you. Once again.

It embraces you in its ageless arms. You return, once more, to the familiar and all-encompassing samsara—the eternal state of existence—where time once again stands as your witness. And so the cycle continues.

To time, our most faithful and enduring companion in samsara, we offer a moment of silence. It is both our saviour and the obstacle to realisation and enlightenment—the catalyst for Truth—we are nothing without time.