""Did you," so he asked him at one time, "did you too learn that secret
from the river: that there is no time?"
Vasudeva's face was filled with a bright smile.
"Yes, Siddhartha," he spoke. "It is this what you mean, isn't it: that the
river is everywhere at once, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall,
at the ferry, at the rapids, in the sea, in the mountains, everywhere at
once, and that there is only the present time for it, not the shadow of the
past, not the shadow of the future?"
"This it is," said Siddhartha. "And when I had learned it, I looked at
my life, and it was also a river, and the boy Siddhartha was only separated
from the man Siddhartha and from the old man Siddhartha by a
shadow, not by something real. Also, Siddhartha's previous births were
no past, and his death and his return to Brahma was no future. Nothing
was, nothing will be; everything is, everything has existence and is
present." "
From the book of Siddhartha, I'm no philosopher but I think it's what you mean.