Mustafa Al-Sumaidihttps://gemini.google.com/app/303a7041ea370678?utm_source=app_launcher&utm_medium=owned&utm_campaign=base_all
This night unfolds a page primed for a cosmic thought. A pen I wanted, and I asked myself: what kind of pen would glint with rare sparks upon the brow of the dark?
At the furthest reaches of space, the unseen unveiled a star in full radiance I lulled it there— in that high realm, until it drew near and hung suspended.
I melted it into an inkwell, arrayed with the crescents of years gone by, and seemed as if I hold a galaxy— a celestial orbit to which I belong.
Something now glimmers upon the nib of the pen, as if dribbling from the vein of nebula a new-born alphabet, unimagined by any language, weaving itself into boundless metaphors for a text inscribed with heaven’s adornments.
As dawn I emerged. The gloom of night lifted, destined to fade away.
I folded the star’s orbit after I contained the infinite expanse within the sole hymn of the world, leaving to the yet-to-come nights the imprint of my fingers, charred by the will of light.
Esta noite desdobra uma página pronta para um pensamento cósmico. Eu queria uma pena, e perguntei a mim mesmo: que tipo de pena brilharia com faíscas raras sobre a fronte da escuridão?
Nos confins do espaço, o invisível revelou uma estrela em pleno esplendor; eu a ninintei ali — naquele reino elevado, até que ela se aproximasse e ficasse suspensa.
Eu a fundi num tinteiro, ornamentado com as luas crescentes de anos passados, e senti como se segurasse uma galáxia — uma órbita celestial à qual pertenço.
Algo agora cintila na ponta da pena, como se escorresse da veia de uma nebulosa um alfabeto recém-nascido, não imaginado por língua alguma, tecendo-se em metáforas sem fim para um texto inscrito com os adornos do céu.
Como a aurora, eu emergi. A penumbra da noite se dissipou, destinada a desaparecer.
Dobrei a órbita da estrela após conter a extensão infinita no hino único do mundo, deixando para as noites por vir a marca dos meus dedos, abrasados pela vontade da luz.
Mustafa Al-SumaidiImagem criada pela IA do Gemini – https://gemini.google.com/app/46758d3c7fac5f17?utm_source=app_launcher&utm_medium=owned&utm_campaign=base_all
Nature an absolute whole It lingers in all things The visible breathes so does the invisible
Stones hold pre-sound hymns held in stillness Winds break as lost language half-shaped, half-gone
We do not only watch Something watches through us
Roots reach into the hidden stars pulse at the distant edge No clear looking— only the folding of space between what is and what we might be
Mustafa Al-SumaidiImagem criada pela IA do Gemini – https://gemini.google.com/app/3381a3849e08a70d?utm_source=app_launcher&utm_medium=owned&utm_campaign=base_all
“Why strike against me, food?” Such was my stunned question, as it whispered to me not to eat it.
All of a sudden, I swallowed hard, my throat dry, from the sting of a mere half-day’s hunger, while in a silent soliloquy: “Ah, I understand you now.”
A crowd of hollow-faced shadows, bellies bound with stones, and the long-starved, rose before my tear-filled eyes.
A hunger strike neither nourishes nor satisfies. It will not save a starving soul that has endured for months.
I finished my meal absentmindedly, as if to breathe a prayer: If only it could be digested in someone else’s stomach.
