The Body is Too Slow For Me - Rumi

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 ripped open

with the pain of loss.

Searching for a new life,

with my head held high,

I am going.

I am fire, though I seem like oil -

Seeking to be the fuel of His fire,

I am going.

I appear as a steady mountain

Yet bit by bit,

Toward that tiny opening

I am going.

- Rumi