Toward the Realms of Gold

Stopping Time

It doesn’t matter what train
we catch –







religion, science, mathematics,
poetry, music, painting,
baking, grape stomping —

 or walking along a mountain

We look, we look,
and suddenly
we see.

Everything stops;
we come to rest
in eternity,
a timeless

Then we can resume
watching people on the street,
eating chocolate eclairs –
often in wonder.

“One has a vision;
one wants another.”

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