There comes a moment when the illusion of movement dissolves, when the current of time no longer feels like a river carrying us toward an imagined horizon, but as the still water of being itself. The mind, once convinced of beginnings and endings, now trembles before the vastness of what has never begun and can never end. Presence reveals itself not as a fleeting instant between two eternities, but as the totality that holds them both.
The one who sought eternity discovers that eternity was never elsewhere. The seeker collapses into the sought, the knower into the known. Memory and anticipation dissolve into a silent awareness that neither moves nor changes, yet births all movement and change. Here, past and future lose their grip, for the witness has stepped outside the dream of succession.
This realization is not an attainment; it is the unmasking of what has always been awake beneath the play of becoming. To see this is to awaken from the hypnosis of time; to stand where all stories converge into the unspoken truth that Being never left itself. The eternal was not something to be found; it was the one doing the finding.
The self that once feared death, loss, or delay now recognizes itself as the very space in which all things appear and disappear. What remains is unspeakably still, radiant, and whole; beyond duration, beyond decay. Awareness, having remembered itself, no longer seeks to survive; it simply shines.
Morgan O. Smith
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