The metaphor of weaving has meant a lot to me this past year. As the world unwinds around us we need to wrap oursevles in love.
Femedtech and the Quilt project, exploring why epochs get defined by war and not weaving. Looking for a new metaphor of knowledge brokering and settling on weaving. Considering how multi-species worlding links our spirit and nature better than humanistic views.
All focused on truth being woven.
I love this poem. Not complicated. Basically saying the way is difficult but together we can do it.
Of Being woven
“The way is full of genuine sacrifice.
The thickets blocking your path are anything
that keeps you from that, any fear that you may be broken
into bits like a glass bottle.
This road demands courage and stamina, yet it’s full of
Who are these companions?
They are rungs in your ladder. Use them!
With company you quicken your ascent.
You may be happy enough going along, but with others
you’ll get farther, and faster.
Someone who goes cheerfully by himself to the customs
house to pay his traveler’s tax will go even more
lightheartedly when friends are with him.
Every prophet sought out companions.
A wall standing alone is useless, but put three or four walls
together, and they’ll support a roof and keep grain dry
When ink joins with a pen, then the blank paper can say
Rushes and reeds must be woven to be useful as a mat. If
they weren’t interlaced; the wind would blow them away.
Like that, God paired up creatures, and gave them
This is how the fowler and the bird were arguing
about hermitic living and Islam.
It’s a prolonged debate.
Husam shorten their controversy.
Make the Mathnawi more nimble and less lumbering.
Agile sounds are more appealing to the heart’s ear.