Lost In Your Existence

What Kind Of Disease Is That ?

#Awesomeshake

That Shiraz became ill suddenly in the middle of the night. He had lost himself and kept hitting his head against the wall until morning. The sky and earth cried and yelled for him. He looked like he had fallen into fire. Even his breath was burning. He had a bizarre sickness. He didn't have a headache. He didn't have malaria. There is no cure in this world for this disease, because it came from the sky. An Angel came and examined his pulse. He said, "Leave my hand alone just look at my heart, my disease is not in the books." There was much talk and discussion in our city: "What kind of disease is that? He has no bile, no passion, no muscle aches. "He doesn't sleep, doesn't talk. He is fed up by Love. Love is like a nanny, like a mother to him." "O my God," I said. "Help me so I can rest for a moment, he hasn't hurt anyone intentionally, he hasn't stolen anything." And suddenly a voice came from the sky. "Leave her alone because there is no medicine for the illness of Lovers.” Don't bother this Shiraz. Don't tie her up. Don't advise her. The place she has fallen into is neither the place of worship nor the place of bad things." What do you think about Love? You haven't heard about Love, even from Lovers. Be silent. Don't try to cast a spell. Love is neither a tale nor a game. O Nizam, come. O Source of mine, O Source of light! This great stately Soul is dull and lifeless without your light.

Nizam : My Grandpa (Spiritual Teacher & Healer)

- Shirazian