Where Time Removes Its Shoes
I stand where gold remembers prayer,
where quiet climbs the edges of the sky.
The temple does not speak--
it listens… and so do I.
The day starts quietly here,
stone looks worn but steady.
I stand off to the side - away from the light,
and stand there longer than planned.
Nothing is hurried.
not the steps,
not the heart,
even time removes its shoes.
I stop.
I stand there.
A small smile comes,
nothing planned,
nothing for show.
written _12172025_BKK
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