Moving around in time

There were a couple of young, bright but lost individuals and were accompanied by a wise guy. They were standing on a huge tower from where they could see whatever they wanted too. It was not dark, but a crimson hue had covered the sky. They looked down and up and right and left. It was still, but everything moved on its own; the people were walking, the leaves swayed on trees like a chime thousand times over, the little pathways leading to never ending destinations. They thought of everything and anything that moved or had stayed but had time involved so intricately with it that they never realized that even if it had existed. It seemed a complete eon had passed without actually seeming a single second lost.
They talked; "Time has a funny way" one of them said. In reply the wise guy spoke "True, it is all in the mind actually, as we need some sorts of vehicle to carry us around in the world dimension, the time just needs our attention from it"."The more of it you give, the slower it moves, the less you observe the faster it moves" the first one concluded. "What if we could control its flow?" inquired another one of them, to this the wise one replied "That is what exactly the great saints do, they just take control over their mind and thus they control the time", he paused and said "The time can be stopped too, just stop thinking about it". This statement by the wise guy set the others ponder, trying to understand the depth of the whole matter.
They wrote following few lines in order to conclude what they thought so far:
"The time had passed again as we thought of it. The roads of the time are too much crowded to move at will. We are forced to stay where we are, and how we are by our surroundings. There cannot be time travel unless the road clears up, until all dependencies resolved. But the day we do so an anoetic stillness will consume us".