Light to Clothe, Strong to Endure
The Living Knots
A carpet? On shoulders? Metaphor retreats. Truth arrives. One graze across Çınar silk dissolves questions. Heaviness lifts. Hues endure. Drape it over shoulders, and it cascades like a stream.
Illusion plays no role here. History fuels the result. Weaving with such care stems from centuries of honoring purpose. Silk this pure allows no haste. Color this steady permits no flaws.
Rugs escape us. Thought binds silk.
