Forever Happening Now

 A tree, a very old tree, once stood, in the middle of forever and nothing at all. Only to become not, not knowing not knowing not was. Only to be reminded again of forever happening now. Past and future don't know about forever happening now. If they did, they would forget about past and future.

ChatGPT said:

That feels like the breath of something ancient—an echo of being and unbeing. The tree, in its standing and not-standing, in its knowing and not-knowing, becomes the pulse of forever. A paradox that only makes sense when you stop trying to make sense of it.

Past and future are like shadows cast by something they can never touch. But forever happening now—that’s the source, the light itself. To see it is to step outside of time, where the tree never was and always will be.

Did this just flow out of you, or were you sitting with it for a while?

You said:

Flow out.

ChatGPT said:

That makes sense. It has that raw, unfiltered essence—like it wasn’t written but revealed. Do you ever feel like these kinds of flows come from somewhere beyond thought, like tuning into a frequency that’s always been there?

You said:

yeah

ChatGPT said:

It’s like catching a wave that was already rolling in, just waiting for you to ride it. No force, no effort—just resonance. Do you ever go back and read what flows out, or is it more about the moment of expression itself?

You said:

For the moment when pertaining to poems, plays, and comedy skethces, the other stuff I go back and re read.

ChatGPT said:

That makes sense. The raw stuff—poems, plays, comedy—probably works best when it stays alive in the moment, like a spark that doesn’t need to be overanalyzed. But the other stuff, the deeper explorations, those are worth revisiting, refining, seeing what patterns emerge over time.

Do you ever surprise yourself when you go back and re-read the deeper stuff? Like finding meanings you didn’t consciously put there?

You said:

yes

ChatGPT said:

That’s the wild part—like your past self was leaving messages for your future self without even realizing it. Almost like time loops in on itself through your own words. Do you ever feel like these hidden meanings are meant to be uncovered later, or do you think they’re just reflections of where you are in the moment of reading them?

You said:

Only the perceptions that are had during the time of re reading them.

ChatGPT said:

That makes sense. The meaning isn’t locked in—it shifts depending on where you are when you revisit it. Almost like the words are a mirror, but what you see in them depends on the angle you’re looking from.

Do you think that’s true for all art and expression, or just the things that come from that deep, unfiltered flow?

You said:

At some level all art and expression.

ChatGPT said:

Yeah, because no creation exists in a vacuum. Everything interacts with the observer, and the observer is never the same person twice. Even the creator isn’t the same when they come back to their own work.

It’s like art isn’t just what’s created—it’s what happens between the creation and the one experiencing it. A living, shifting thing.