I think what Dogen means when he says that mountains and seas are time is that they are made of time, that time constitutes them, in the sense that, without this time-nature, they would not exist.
So, is it this time that affects me or is it this self who embodies time that literally gives body to time?
Through me, time exists; time is also the center of the machine that animates each of my cells.
What is this time?
Look at me, look at yourself, look at any of the things around you.
Time is as present and as invisible there, as obvious as the oxygen in the air we breathe or the « humidity » in the water.
Time is also what unites us, once again in the most literal sense,
what makes you, me, the mountain, and the sea, one.
We are all woven into the same fabric of time.
Dogen’s being-time (« uji ») : there is no being without time, like the sand-beach.
Notes & Silence 