Photo by Emily O'Dell
I took this photograph on the eve of Rumi’s “Wedding Night” celebration in Konya, Turkey–just down the street from his mausoleum. For this intimate gathering, people from countries as far and wide as India, Iran, and Mexico came together to play music and whirl to usher in the anniversary of Rumi’s death–when he finally met this “Beloved.”
Daylight, full of small dancing particles
and the one great turning, our souls
are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.
Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
— Rumi
