Action 15: Ode

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The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honourably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

~ Rumi

This poem by Rumi was my initial inspiration for this project. I intentionally practiced Self monologue through the act of calligraphy and making in this project

Calligraphy provides the external dress for the Words that are considered to be sacred to the visible world but this art remains wedded to the world of the spirit. For according to the traditional Islamic saying, ‘Calligraphy is the geometry of the Spirit.’ For the second part of this action, I wrote letters which I folded and enclosed into small pouches I made they are called taweez which I punch needle. Taweez in Muslim and Sufi culture are objects you wear for positive energy or to heal. 

So this was my little ritual to heal from loss . 

Letters written with ink do not really exist as letters, for the letters are but various forms to which meanings have been assigned through the convention. What really and concretely exists is nothing but the ink. The existence of the letters is in truth no other than the existence of the ink, which is the sole, unique reality that unfolds itself in many forms of self-modification. One has to cultivate, first of all, the eye to see the self-same reality of ink in all letters and then to see the letters as so many intrinsic modifications of the ink.

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