Enter the void
Yemen
Yamanat
Zaher Al-Asaad – Palestine
At the first signs of dawn
When she opens the window her face is on your face
A bird passes by your name then disappears
The smell of your name wakes up from the silence of the night
It rises with the light like a call that awakens the heart
It doesn’t come as a fleeting moment
Not like a quick dream
Rather, like a first spark
On a path that calls you
You are sitting in front of your mirror
Alienation touches a thread that connects you to your old voice
This voice whispers like a breeze on a windowsill
He seeks an ear that will untie his knot and bring him back to speech.
The mirror doesn’t just reflect you
Rather, it is a crack that opens a window onto another existence.
The glass breathes a strange wind
It leaves an echo in you like a distant voice that never goes away
Preparing to leave home
The road is not just a distance towards a passing need
Rather, it is an extension of yourself, a trace that shines within you.
A stone whispers your name
Searching for the Simplest Needs Reveals Deeper Meaning
Movement is not an exit from the walls of the house
Rather enter a space that reminds you that you are present
And each step is a return to yourself from another angle
Even if the road seems calm or a crack in the air
As if the wind carries you towards something you didn’t expect
As if time opened another window for you
And the sound of the birds whispering as if they were answering you
Not because you don’t have cracks
Rather because the wound is a lamp that illuminates your fragility
And the tremor of a small fire announces that you are alive
Fragility is a window to deeper meaning
It’s as if the crack itself is a new rebirth
It is as if water is seeping out of you to take you back to a more distant origin.
It’s as if the stone you tripped over reminds you that the path is not complete without tripping.
And the smell of wet earth sticks to your memory like a seal
You are here
The reflection of light takes you back to your very beginning
He understood that the roads were not lost
It is rather the wait which opens the doors of summons
And the interruption was not a void
It is rather another space of conjuration
And from this evocation which reveals his face in the shadows, the meaning blossoms like a seed in your chest
It grows when we dare to listen in complete silence
A shadow keeps smiling at you where you least expect it
You know that the return is neither an end nor a beginning
Rather, it is a moment that repeats itself to invite you back to yourself.
Then the ground beneath your feet whispers your name
Ash smiles into the air
A step into the void
Yemen