Time noun /taɪm/

• The part of existence that is measured in minutes, days, years, etc., or this process considered as a whole.

spend time ‘He wants to spend more time with his family.’

time passes ‘Time passes so quickly when you're having fun.’

time goes on/by ‘She grew more and more fascinated by the subject as time went on/by.’

over/with time ‘The curtains have faded over/with time (= as years have gone past).’

in time ‘You'll forget her in time (= in the future).’

pass the time ‘When Paula was ill, I took her some magazines to help her pass the time.’

take more time with/over ‘If you'd taken more time with/over (= spent more time doing) this essay, you could have done it much better.’

take a time ‘It takes a long time (= many hours are needed) to get from London to Sydney.’

save time ‘We'd save time on our journey (= it would be quicker) if we went by train.’

period of time ‘I only worked there for a short period of time.’

gain/lose time ‘The kitchen clock is gaining/losing time (= is going fast/slow).’

keep time ‘My watch has never kept very good time (= been correct).’

• Continuously ‘I wish you'd stop criticizing me all the time.’

• Very quickly or very soon. ‘The kids ate their dinner in no time.’

• If you say there is or that you have no time to lose, it means that you must do quickly whatever it is that you want to do. ‘Come on, there's no time to lose - we have to get home before John finds out.’

• The system of recording hours used in different parts of the world. ‘Greenwich Mean Time’

• An amount of time that you have available to do something. find time to ‘I don't know how you find time to do all the things you do.’

 

Some years back, when we were looking to rent a house, we drove across the South of England and came across this landscape. I don’t mind admitting that, at first glance, I couldn’t necessarily say what dazzled me. If I had been to choose a physical element, it might have been the colour of the sky, or the green tree itself, or the golden wheat field ready to be harvested, or all together. In truth, it was not so much what I saw but rather what I felt, the energy of the place, the freedom, the quietness, the serenity, and the peace that I felt in that place.

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For reasons I may not fully understand, for the next three years, I have returned dozens of times to the same place, sometimes with my camera, sometimes to see how the tree is doing, and sometimes just to clear my mind.

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While looking at the tree, I often remembered that as a child, I have always been fascinated and did not quite understand how the tree knows when to sprout, when to leaf, when to prepare for winter, how it always chooses the perfect time, and how it always knows what to do without checking its diary, without being told, without looking at the news channels, without looking at the clock. How perfect a clock the tree must have?

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But there is no clock, for there is no time, the cuckoo clock strikes only in my head and not in a hollow of the tree. Over the years, I understood that the flowers and the trees have their own consciousness and still share an organised consciousness that perceives more than the sum of its parts, similar to the living parts of our body. Each cell and organ have its own awareness or consciousness and also a gestalt or collective consciousness, of which we, as individuals, are barely aware. Moreover, we, as entities as human beings, while we seem to be individual, unique, and independent, we are part of the collective humankind consciousness, which, in turn, possesses an identity.

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While everything that we experience has consciousness, even if each consciousness has its own awareness and seeming independence, there is a massive cooperation between all these individual and collective consciousnesses, and all of them are playing their part in the formation of the Earth as we know it.

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Feeling the energy that we are part of and what we call oneness is rather difficult when we identify too much with the rigid form of a particular personality, for our sensitivity to all that is around us is lessened by an intense focus on our personality and a particular point of view.

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Dissociating myself from the personality called Cristian, observing, feeling, and understanding the feelings, and allowing the experiences to go deeper transgressing lows of earthly logic has finally brought the ease of enjoying every single moment spent in the company of this tree.

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As I free the world from all the idle thoughts, I ever held about it, and about all living things I see upon it, as I share the peace of the world with all that is, I begin to understand that this peace comes from deep within myself. In this light, I begin to see what my illusions about myself kept hidden, I begin to understand the holiness of all living things, including myself, and their oneness with me.