The Gaze of the Glyphs
By the ink of the Nile and the chisel’s kiss,
Let me tell you a tale that begins like this…
By Ahmed Seddik
In temples grand and tombs so deep,
Where gods and kings in silence sleep,
The walls are scripts, the stones recite,
In pictographs of hawk and kite.
The Eye looks on, the Jackal grins,
A seated scribe the line begins.
But lo! The secret lies in where
These ancient creatures choose to stare.
To left they look? Then left you read,
A reader’s eye must gently heed.
To right they turn? Then start anew,
And trace the tale where falcons flew.
Downward sometimes flows the stream—
A waterfall of thought and dream.
Top to base the signs descend,
As if the gods to man did send.
So learn this law of sacred lines:
Direction lies in gazing signs.
For Egypt’s tongue, in stone confined,
Speaks with the eyes of what’s designed.
A script that lives, that walks, that turns—
Where every glance a truth discerns.
Not fixed by bounds of left or right,
But carved by soul, and sung by light.
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