My diving into Zen came across the earliest understanding of Time as being an illusion…but here’s the thing. Dogen, 12th century Zen Master says we ARE time. So time does exist, except as a verb and not a noun, which is what we think of when we say time as a concept. Being Time is being being. Instead of standing on the river bank watching time from out exile from being, which is our Western viewpoint of science and religion, the view from outside of reality so one can predict and control it.
Being time is like swimming in the river of being so you feel its movement carrying you without having to swim. That is Zen. Being as Time. However, there is still the functional use of time so we can catch a bus. It’s just that this is no longer the only view of time, which is what the Western reality maps holds where existence is horizontal. The Zen dimension of Time is vertical. I AM Time. Yet I am still in time with an aging body.
So when Jesus says I and the Father are One….he is Zen. I and Time are One. I and Being are One. And Christianity by seeing Jesus only in the time cannot compute this mystical teaching because Jesus is the only one who can say that or be that because he is God and you’re not. And he got crucified for saying it anyway. So to be Time is a heresy. It is not on the map. Not an option offered in materialism.
My first encounter with time as thought in the 60s as illusion was J. Krishnamurti who kept saying Thought is time, thinking created time. And then my mother at 100 said: “You now why I’m so happy?…..I have no future….when I was younger I had a future (time) and I wasn’t so happy.”
Athletes are “in the zone” what they are saying that they drop into time as time instead of being outside of time trying to control it. You can do no wrong when you are in the zone because everything is interrelated and functions as One. Everything is in harmony. When we are outside of time, we feel existence as a resistance, like when we stick our hand out the car window. To have the sense of a separate self is to stick your hand out the car window and feel the resistance of the wind of time.