Postagens
THE ECLIPSE OF IMPULSE
Some mistake ice for the absence of fire.
But even the stars know silence
before setting the universe ablaze.
Coldness observes.
Self-control chooses.
Between the two lies an abyss
where desire learns not to kneel.
There are storms that need no thunder.
There are stars that die in silence
and still cross millions of years
dressed in light.
The human being who masters their own fire
does not cease to burn.
They become a constellation.
They learn to contemplate impulse
as one watches an eclipse:
without trying to stop the shadow,
without allowing it to become night.
True strength does not shout.
It does not chase what it desires.
It does not beg the universe for a different orbit.
It remains.
And while everything around it falls apart,
it keeps within itself
a small, untouched sun.
Coldness may be distance.
Self-control is freedom.
There is a deeper form of power:
to feel the entire universe collapsing inside the chest
and still choose
where to place the next step.
In the end, it is not the one who stops feeling who prevails.
It is the one who feels the abyss
and learns to walk across it
without falling.
J. Kasra — All rights reserved
