From sunrise to sunset,
from nightfall to daybreak,
the cycle of a day revolves.
Time passes through the sky.
From the first hour to the sixth,
onwards to the twelfth,
the shadow of the sundial moves.
Time passes over the land.
Time reveals herself to us
by her rising and setting sun,
by her waxing and waning moon,
day after day,
night after night.
Time passes before our eyes.
What if
one day the sun stops rising
and tarries at the same spot
in the morning sky?
What if
one day the shadow stops moving
and dwells at the same line
on the sundial face?
Does time come to a stop?
Do we stop growing old?
Has time become timeless?
Time surpasses our mind.
"Timeless time"
by Harold B Huang
Tue 26Apr22 2021 hrs GMT+8
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Day 26 : "time"
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