Simurgh Poem by Titon Rahmawan

We cannot see the true reflection of love without the help of light. We never know what is hidden in each heart or what is implied in the mind.

When love whispers in a deep and gentle voice, 'I love you. Do you feel the vibration? '

'When you need me, I will always be there for you.'

That's how we imagine it. Like the white clouds in the sky. Like a gentle breeze in the shade of a giant tree. Or the motion of fish swimming freely in a clear river.

Sometimes when love comes, we think we have it all. Will we deliberately tie ourselves down, or will we let it go?

Like a line trying to form a perfectly round circle. It will return and return again to its starting point.

A feeling that we will not be able to dismiss or deny its presence. It will become a part of us. Like not being able to distinguish the heat of fire from light.

However, when you can no longer control it, it will overpower you. Grabbing you like a rabbit in the sharp claws of an eagle.

Whenever, that feeling turns bland, wasted, until it becomes unbearable. You will be destroyed by it.

In the end, the only thing we will ever have is what we let go of.

There is no love without the presence of other feelings. Love is the sublimation of all that we feel. It is like poetry summarized from human sorrow and suffering.

Who would deny the trembling of the heart? Is there any way to reach the Simurgh other than by sacrificing yourself? How can a person be reborn, if he has never experienced death?