The Body is Too Slow for Me - A Rumi Poem
The Body is Too Slow for Me Toward the gardens, Toward the orchards, I am going. If you want to stay here, Stay here - I am going! My day is dark without His Face, Toward that bright flame I am going. My soul is racing ahead of me. It says, The body is too slow for me - I am going. The smell of apples arises from the orchard of my soul. One whiff and I am gone - Toward a feast of apples I am going. A sudden wind won't blow me over. Toward Him, like a mountain of iron, I am going. My shirt is... Sign in to see full entry.