The wiseman sitting on the cushion made of hay stroked his white
beard and smiled. The youngster had asked the same question, however
could not have any answer some months ago. Wrestling with the question
on his mind for days and nights, the young disciple had attempted
once more to have the answer he had been seeking after, at last:
"Master, will you not show even a tiniest example about the
secrets of transcendency and perfection?"
Sensing his disciples decisiveness, the wiseman said to himself
"The time has come.". He took an unused, thick notebook
from one of the shelves just nearby him. "The crowds..."
he said to the youngster opposite him "...are just as a notebook
like this one."
The master recalled what Mevlana said: " Do you think that
the crowds get to anywhere? They walk, they go around, they wander
but can reach nowhere." Wasn't the saint of the saints who
uttered those words defining the great majority as spiritless, mindless,
handless, footless creatures?
While tearing out a page from the notebook on his lap, "If
inclined to transcendence, you should rescue yourself from the crowds
first of all." said the wiseman.
Passing over the distance of six hundred years, Sheikh Bedr'uddin
suddenly became a guest to the two celled house. That faithful,
voice came as is bleaching the whitewash of the walls even whiter:
"There are many who suggest that they want to reach God. When
one of them is told that he will have to turn his back on the world,
he claims that until reaching the goal he would keep his ties with
the world and he resists. Such an attitude does not go along much
with reason." While Simavna Kadisioglu's utterances were just
echoing on the walls Mesiter Eckhart's voice tinkled on the wooden
ceiling: "Virtue is the ability to break away from the created.
want to keep pure and clean need only one thing: renunciation!.."
Having put the paper that he had broken off on the notebook, the
wiseman looked for the eyes of his young disciple with his eyes.
"It seems difficult..." he said; "...to attempt to
live all alone at first, after a life that resembles the ordinary
pages of a notebook. Moreover, the goal is not being any piece of
paper nor a rowboat made of paper. To become a pinwheel is the goal
of those who attempt transcendence."
The face of the young disciple illuminated at a sudden. "So
Jesus was trying to mean this by saying 'the front of the wedding
house is always crowded. But only the alones get to the bridechamber.'"
The wiseman got pleased with the parallelism that was found. While
folding the paper in his hand to transform it into two equilateral
triangles and tearing the excess part on the margin, "It's
necessary to put up with the probable torments at least as much
as this paper does, son." he said; "We also should be
able to be purified of our excesses just as easily as these triangles
get rid of theirs."
"How spirited, original and ready for omnipotent effects
are pinwheels when compared to characterless leaves of a notebook."
was what he thought when Eckhart stood to call out again: "The
more the spirit is purified of the worldly objects, the more it
Opening the paper that formed two isosceles triangles and refolding
it in the direction of the other corners, the wiseman repeated a
question of Buddha's to his disciple: "How can you hope for
transcendencies as long as you are tied to the world and to its
offers with chains, collars, coils like dogs?"
The young man was all ears and his eyes were wide open. He was
endeavoring to digest every word and motion of the master.
Having opened the paper that he had folded for the second time,
the wiseman tore the folded layers of the diagonals one by one towards
the midpoint of the intersection, "Watch out..." he said
"...the paper should not only be satisfied with breaking off
from the notebook that it was dependant on. It should be able to
venture to be scattered almost utterly so as to be able to change
into a pinwheel just like a saint who sees it necessary to give
up all of his ego, conditionings, judgements and knowledge."
The square surface had changed into four equilateral triangles
with a connection only in the middle of it.
The wiseman put the notebook which was on his lap to its place
on the shelf, and laid his hands on wooden box having a lid. He
took out a pin from the box. He brought together one corner of the
two corners of triangles-almost broken off- just in the middle where
wholeness is provided and put all of them together with the pin.
"Did you pay attention, son; the middle point of the paper
unifying wholeness in spite off all dispersions. Those who direct
towards perfections should be as attentive as this carefully protected
middle point even when tearing our 'Ego's into pieces, we ought
not doubt the truth of the 'way'" said the wiseman to his disciple.
The wiseman recalled the verses of the Zen Buddhist thinker Musashi,
who had acquired an everlasting place both as a painter and as a
"Even if it's all of a pain of hell that makes tremble
To be under a sword rising in the air
Spring up ahead fearlessly;
And find yourself in the land of felicity."
How easily had Musashi managed to tell both the disposal of the
'ego' and the power of belief!
"Look how the paper that was once stagnant as any one page
notebook turned into a pinwheel pregnant with motion." the
wiseman continued. "Let the stages of this transformation be
your guide. The pinwheels embody the secrets of transcendence in
Giving the pinwheel he was keeping in his hand to his disciple,
"Take this..." he said, "...take it and go. Look
for those who are able to turn into pinwheels, who are born afresh
every day. They can't easily be recognized, nor are they large in
number in fact, but shall you meet with some of them unless you
give up that you seek after."
The years of the young disciple passed by looking for supreme
wisemen who had given up their 'ego's and whose spirits turned into
pinwheels. When he had turned back to his master's hut, he had become
a pinwheel, a pinwheel to be praised.