The Suppressed Poems of Rumi.

This evening I found myself held a small book at store, titled “The Suppressed Poems of Rumi on Love, Heresy and Intoxication”. Well, I can’t hold myself but bought it.

Well, its a translated edition into Bahasa, but still, I can see why its was forbidden. Hard to find in the past among all other Rumi’s works.

As far as I know, all book that pointed “the secret to die” shall be stamp as “forbidden”. Because not all the people understand the death in their words.

“To see is to die, if still know we are living, we are yet not die, therefore we are not capable of seeing, of loving, of living”.

Well, nothing much to gain – just to remember – since books give you nothing but a mere words and memories, but to go there where those books said, we have to walk and to see for ourselves.