There is nothing in the city , and no man needs nothing. I was invited to a dance. Not your ordinary dance this was a Sema ,the sacred dance of the Sufi. It came about some say through grief of one’s unconditional love of another. Shams , a beggar bum dervish madman of wisdom came to Konya to meet his lover , Maulana ( master) Rumi, where they got in deep conversation. I was working with Shams type characters in Fitzroy and my invitation was out in the burbs in an old Masonic Hall. No photographs, no talking during the ceremony. I sat with four or five invitees sitting in front of a group of musicians. As I remember the music began, the drum , flute, and the chant of Allah Hu. In came the planets of the universe, one by one wearing strange conical hats , they came up to the sun, and the sun whispered something in their ear, then they began the whirling, I felt like Prometheus sucking in all the wisdom of time. At the end we could talk and chat and a man came up to me and offered to drive me back to Fitzroy. The thing is it was an hour out of his way as he lived close to this place of worship. They say a Sufi is hard to find , a Sufi will never say they are a Sufi. Its not like you say I’m a Christian, Buddhist or whatever , the Sufi is one with everything. On the way to my place he spoke about life with such beauty I thought of him as a mirror to the unseen God.