Here are some insights I experienced while on a recent meditation retreat. I have tried to keep them true to how I experienced them. I hope that the essence is conveyed :) They came from watching what was before me from a very quiet place inside.
Future is a utilitarian overlay we drape across the thrumming Now. Our eyes skim across the surface of things, ever bouyed above the abyss by a microscopic frantic search for existence. "Use use use, how can I use?" is the silent refrain just below consciousness, raking across the surface of Now.
Habitual fear drives every moment saying "Got to get to. Got to get to." You may not hear it, but it is there. Stop and look. Let the mystery well up from the luscious Now and begin to flow and soften and permeate the hard disced crust of the future. If we let that happen where would our drive go? How could the future be ok? Will it be utter chaos if we let the Now take us, swallow us into her embrace? All that would be lost is our fear. And ourselves.
Is the future real? No. Never here. A deep dark soil of Now is here, deepening down down down into the upwell of creation, terrifying in it's potentiality.
Everything I lay eyes on is shouting the truth that the future is not real. Everything is vibrating in Now, only.
When we let the past live in the objects in front of us they die. They sink as if a lead weight was tied to their feet. Swiftly, deep into pain. We look at the objects in front of us through the lense of the past and they become hollow, an encrusted emptiness, drained of life.
When the future skitter across the objects in front of us they recede, becoming dead, we cannot see them. Our eyes Harden in kind, killing us, rendering us robots in a mechanical world.
A grudge is like a hatchet of melded together memories cleaved into the softness of Now. This hatchet, when we look for it, is not Here. It is only an image, an energetic clench in our mind.