A young student was walking with his sheikh in the garden one day. Feeling a bit insecure about what Allah had for him to do, he was asking the his sheikh for some advice. The sheikh walked up to a rosebush and handed the young student a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals. The young student looked in disbelief at the sheikh and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the will of Allah for his life and ministry. But because of his great respect for the sheikh, he proceeded to try to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact. It wasn’t long before he realized how impossible this was to do. Noticing the younger student’s inability to unfold the rosebud without tearing it, the sheikh began to recite the following poem:
Nasrudin, when he was in India, passed near a strange looking building, at the entrance of which a hermit was sitting. He had an air of abstraction and calm, and Nasrudin thought that he would make some sort of contact with him. ‘Surely’, he thought, ‘a devout philosopher like me must have something in common with this saintly individual.’
‘I am a Yogi,’ said the anchorite, in answer to the Mulla’s question; ‘and I am dedicated to the service of all living things, especially birds and fish.’
‘Pray allow me to join you,’ said the Mulla, ‘for, as I had expected, we have something in common. I am strongly attracted to your sentiments, because a fish once saved my life.
‘How pleasurably remarkable!’ said the Yogi; ‘I shall be delighted to admit you to our company. For all my years of devotion to the cause of animals, I have never yet been privileged to attain such intimate communion with them as you. Saved your life! This amply substantiates our doctrine that all the animal kingdom is interlinked.’
So Nasrudin sat with the Yogi for some weeks, contemplating his navel and learning various curious gymnastics.
It happened that a well known Sufi was asked, ‘What is invisibility?’
And he said, ‘I shall answer that when an opportunity for a demonstration occurs.’
Some time later, the man and the one who had asked him the question were stopped by a band of soldiers. And the soldiers said, ‘We have orders to take all dervishes into custody — for the king of this country says that they will not obey his commands and that they say things which are not welcome to the tranquility of the thought of the populace.’
And the Sufi said, ‘And so you should, for you must do your duty.’
‘But are you not Sufis?’ said the soldiers.
‘Test us,’ said the Sufi.
The officer took out a Sufi book….
– a book that is tremendously respected by the Sufis. It is called THE BOOK OF THE BOOKS. It has only a few sentences written in it, otherwise it is empty.
‘What is this?’ the Sufi Master said.
– as if he had not even recognized the book. The soldiers had brought the book which will be a sign of a Sufi — the moment the Sufi sees THE BOOK OF THE BOOKS he will bow down. It is a great treasure.