The Master watched the students, reflecting, concentrating,
deciding which lesson to teach them next. The silence surrounded him, with the
pristine perfection of silent breathing calming each of them, as well as
embracing their love for each other. They would become the future, the present
being the very moment within his mind, as he taught them as much of his life’s
wisdom. He was their catalyst to understanding, the appreciation, the worth of
thoughts to each of them.
He knew that they would never become the same creature, as
the standard life intended. They’d be soul based individuals, seeking knowledge
and clarity from whatever or wherever they managed to be. Born, created, to
flow through the world as one, as they witnessed the cruelty and brutality of
the world. He unfolded his legs, standing, to open the drawer a few metres
behind him. The twenty students, all calm, still reflecting upon their given
task of removing all thought from within, remained silent.
From the drawer the Master produced twenty-one sheets of
crisp, clean paper.
“Students,” he commanded, as each of them opened their eyes
to address their attention towards him, “I have paper for each of you as we’re
to learn a new lesson!”
The Master, returning to the same mat, sat down and folded
his legs. Relaxing, focusing, he selected the top sheet of paper. With poise, as
well as certainty, he removed a pen from his shirt and started to write a
selection of words that appeared within his mind. He had seen so many events,
during his life, despite his pious understanding and beliefs. He had heard
words of pure hatred, as well as violence, that surrounded the world outside of
the sanctuary. Each of the moments stayed with him.
He wrote his words, selecting them with intent. As the pen
moved, the words appeared upon the page. Anger, danger, fear, doubt, selfishness,
failure and ego all appeared upon the page. Lifting and turning the paper, he
presented the inscriptions to his students as they all focused to view his
written words.
“You can see,” he explained, “that I have written words that
express negative values or learned exposure to the outside world. I can never
be perfect. I can fail, falter and fall. As long as we are aware of such
moments, we can become something more than our thoughts!”
He could see the enthusiasm increase upon their young faces.
Eager to learn, needing enlightenment, with each of them yearning to understand
the world beyond the high, sweet, sweet walls. They watched as he folded the
paper, over and over again, with edges poking forward as well as to the sides
and in all directions until, finally, the Master presented them with a folded
impression of a bird like Crane. They smiled, the wonder lighting their small
faces, as each of them suddenly wished to learn such a hidden skill.
“There are many forms that a page can create. There are many
moments that will form your memories. Just like this page upon my words reside,
I can take the pain, the negative aspects of my thoughts, to fold them into a
new understanding. A new beauty. Words upon your mind’s page, can be
sculptured, shaped, reformed into a delight of wonder.”
He looked at each of them in turn, wishing for his
understanding and lesson to settle upon their minds for further understanding.
“Your anger, fear, doubt and pain can be understood, even
appreciated, to make your mind stronger, healthier, as you overcome all of your
own obstacles. You can then create a new person within you that understands
your life as well as another’s life. You can fold your words together and
create magic!”
The students looked at each other, their mouths open in
wonder and belief in their master’s words. The Master smiled, nodding towards
his Student’s appreciation for such a simple notion of thinking. It was a time
of fun, of learning, for each of them. They would all write their own fears and
doubts upon the page, as he once again stood to hand each of them a page of
clear paper. They would learn, they would understand as each of them were
taught the art of Origami.
