The Timeless Essence 

The Timeless Essence

By John Kazerooni

Once, far from where we live and long ago, a man began to ponder the mysteries of existence. Night after night, he gazed at the stars; day after day, he observed the world around him, asking questions that had no clear answers:

Where did I come from?

Who gave life and why?

Why do sickness and poverty touch so many lives?

Why do humans and nature bring destruction, even when life is so fragile and beautiful?

Who created the universe and why?

And what hidden thread connects all that exists?

From the sky at night to the beauty of nature and the wonders of the world, his curiosity knew no boundaries. Yet the more he observed, the more confused he became. His mind grew restless and filled with wonder, searching for what could never be seen.

He longed to know the meaning of life and to find what bound all things together. So, he left his fortune behind and began a long journey. Along the way, he meditated beneath old trees, fasted under the stars, read sacred books, and traveled from mountains to seas, from temples to deserts, hoping that somewhere or somehow, he might find the truth.

But the more he searched, the farther the truth seemed to drift.

Then one quiet night, as he sat in deep meditation, something changed within him. A soft warmth rose from his heart. It was not something he could see or hear, but he could feel it deeply (like light without shape, peace without words, love without touch). In that stillness, understanding began to bloom inside him.

He called what he felt the Timeless Essence.

He realized that the answers were not hidden in the stars or written in books. They were already within him. Everything that exists, he sensed, came from the same Divine Power—the source that gave birth to the universe and to life itself.

He felt that in the beginning—before time, before motion, before thought—there was what he called the Divine Power. Some may name it God, the Creator, or the Source. It was not born and did not arrive—it simply was.

From that stillness came the first whisper of existence. The Divine Power did not create from matter or light, for none yet existed. Instead, it breathed possibility into the emptiness, and the first vibration began. From that vibration came energy, then form, and finally the great tapestry of the universe—including life itself. And perhaps so many other universes that our thoughts or visions cannot comprehend.

But in all that was made, something of that first stillness remained. He called this the Timeless Essence—a quiet echo of the divine that lives within everything. It is not the object itself, but its unseen shadow; not the movement, but the stillness behind it. Every atom, every stone, every living soul, every star carries a spark of that first light.

He believed that the Timeless Essence is the living connector between the Divine Power and all that exists. Through it, the divine flows into creation, touching the living and the lifeless alike. It passes through matter, thought, and feeling—linking the human heart to the infinite.

We cannot see or touch the Divine Power directly, but through the Timeless Essence, we can sense its nearness. In silence, in love, in beauty—we feel its breath moving through us.

The Timeless Essence does not think or act as we do. It does not command or rule, but simply is—the quiet presence of the divine within all things. It witnesses creation while the Divine Power sustains it from beyond. Together they form a harmony: one the eternal source, the other its eternal connection.

Some may call this essence the spirit or soul of the world; others see it as an invisible pattern woven through all existence. I believe it is both—a living thread that joins what we can touch with what we can only feel. It is why even the simplest things seem alive, and why we find meaning in moments of peace and wonder.

Yet one must tread carefully when listening for the voice of the Timeless Essence within. Not all that whispers inside us speaks with truth.

Do not mistake every inner voice that interacts naturally with us in daily life as divine guidance. There is a false whisper—a subtle echo that imitates the sacred tone but is born not from the Timeless Essence, but from our ignorance, ego, will, and ambition. Such a voice can destroy a home, a community, a nation, or even the world. True divine guidance does not feed your glory; it cultivates your humility.

The silent voice is not always divine. Sometimes it arises from the reflections of our own desires, egos, fears, and from what we absorb and digest from the society we live in. It mirrors our ambitions and distractions—human creations that pull us away from stillness and clarity.

So we must not confuse our internal vision or ambition with the sacred connection that flows through the Timeless Essence toward the Divine Source.

How can we distinguish between the true inner guidance and the echoes of the self?

How can we tell when silence speaks with wisdom—or when it simply echoes our desires or egos?

Perhaps the answer lies not in words, but in stillness—the kind that listens without wanting, that feels without owning, that simply is. And it should not come from our desire to conquer, fierce, terror, rule, and control.

Only there, in that pure quiet, may the true whisper of the Timeless Essence be heard.

We may never see the Divine Power with our eyes, but through the Timeless Essence, we can feel its presence. Every act of kindness, every spark of creativity, every moment of beauty is a reminder of that unseen power that flows through all life.

And perhaps this is why we create—because the Divine Power still dreams through us. The Timeless Essence within each of us longs to remember its origin, to look back toward the light it once reflected. In our thoughts, our art, and our compassion—it awakens again, the quiet memory of something greater than time itself.

In my essay “The Thing,” I wrote about what may have existed before all things—a presence that became the universe itself. In my essay “The Source of the Origin,” I sought the stillness that gives birth to creation.

Now, in “The Timeless Essence,” I see them both continuing—the same silent presence, still living within everything that followed.

These three essays do not offer answers; they are fragments of one eternal question: What connects the unseen with the seen?

Perhaps it is the Timeless Essence—the living bridge through which the Divine Power gives life to creation, and through which creation whispers back in wonder.

Lingering Questions

If the Timeless Essence connects all things, are we ever truly apart?

When we love, dream, or create—are we hearing the divine through its echo?

Does the divine still speak through silence and beauty?

If we could quiet every thought, could we feel the Timeless Essence breathing through us?

And when we finally listen—will we remember that we were never separate at all?

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