The sun touching a ridge at sunset
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Gallery Room 05

It's Time

The threshold between next time and now, where possibility becomes action.

Date

Confirmed: June 3, 2012.

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A ridge sunset holds the threshold between waiting and action.

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This room leaves space for a future recording while making the current state clear.

Poem

It's Time

It’s Time …

Time. Time. This time…
Time. Time. Next time…
Time. Time. My time…
Waiting for that moment.

I am standing here waiting for that moment,
Dreaming for it to live long and last.
I hear the clock it is beating louder,
The hour hand is moving way too fast.

I keep working and still feel something is missing,
Another part of my life sold for a dime
I keep my focus waiting for something to happen,
Something fantastic maybe this time….

Time. Time. This time…
Time. Time. Next time…
Time. Time. My time…
Waiting for that moment.

I think it is funny, they say, “we are all different.”
They say, “take a look; it is simply plain to see.”
I close my eyes and stop to really listen,
I find you feel a lot like me….

I have this hope, this burning desire.
I am waiting to hear it chime.
To fill the world with peace and love,
Stop all this fear and hate... Oh, maybe, next time…

Time. Time. This Time…
Time. Time. Next time…
Time. Time. My time…
Waiting for that moment.

This is my life, this is not a test.
I will do my best and start to manifest.
Create a world where we all can live to be,
One with each other and truly free.

Living together under the stars above,
End the wars, learn to share and love.
These feelings flow into our sublime.
I wish this for the world and give to life. My time…

Time. Time. This time…
Time. Time. Next time…
Time. Time. My time…
It’s time, let’s make this moment last….

Chris Vargo
6/3/2012

Story

The Threshold Between Next Time and Now

This room uses the sun touching the ridge as a natural clock. It holds the instant when waiting becomes decision, and the poem's repeated time language starts moving toward action.

The room is about choosing the moment instead of postponing it: possibility becoming action, hope becoming practice, and the future becoming something lived now.

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