Prologue(As if the curtain rises, Konya at dawn)This being human is no ordinary dwelling.It is a house of many doors,a courtyard where voices arrive each morning,knocking, whispering, breaking in.Some come laughing like spring rain,others dragging sorrow like chains through dust.One slams the door, another weeps in the corner,another scatters your furniture in … [Read more...] about Rumi’s Guest House: A Poetic Journey Through the Soul