Find a quiet place before the creative chaos of the group, and read these words by photographer Reza Khatir:
On the city walls, a word shows the way to whoever knows how to see. Like a relentless invitation, the walls deliver the mysterious message: "Come."
At every step, I read and seem to hear the murmured echo of the one that guides me. "Come. Come. Come."
I follow that unexpected trail. In spite of the hurrying passersby, the daily obligations, and the hubbub, I let myself drift to the poetry of the word. I look for it, wait for it at every street corner. Suddenly, nothing. A door opens onto an old style garden filled with mortuary stelae as witnesses of time past. The Dervish school of Mowlana, a Sufi philosopher is there and I can make out the music and low-pitched voices. I sneak behind a door. He is there, turning towards the infinity, to the rhythm of divine incantations in a mystic dance, one hand reaching up to the sky, the other down to the earth, like a message to God, "We are a knot on a circular line of energy between earth and sky."
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