“Wherever we set foot, it was Your street.       Whatever corner we turned, it was Your name in the air. We said: ‘Surely there must be a road leading elsewhere?’       But every road we found, it led to You.” - Ismail Anqarawari, follower of Ibn Arabi and Rumi   One of Ibn Arabi's poems expresses the focus of this group: "O Marvel! A garden amidst the flames! My heart has become capable of every form. It is a pasture for Gazelles, A convent for Christian monks, A temple for idols and th …