Rumi. Mevlana. Konya.
Rumi. Mevlana. Konya.
A house in Konya, ancient Iconium, where St. Paul preached the Gospel. Around and around. Ethereal music and chanting. Another world. Around and around, a pole in a house, Rumi in another world, longing for the Beloved, the scent of her tresses. And then he stopped and asked a question.
We walked through fields of flowers to a riverbank. A reed pulled from its source.
Attar and a flock of birds lift the Persona from that Valley of Search.
