
"Man Of Tao" — Author Unknown
A student once asked, "What is the difference between a Man of Tao and a little man?"
The Zen Master replied, "It is simple. When the little man becomes a student, he can hardly wait to run home and shout at the top of his voice to tell everyone.

“Poet” by Keith Basar
Throughout human history, conscious or not, we humans are relentlessly drawn towards the magnetism of Holy Love. Of course, this Love could be echoed as truth, life, purpose and so forth. Throughout the ages wisdom texts and homilies have uttered it, stars have glistened it, the winds have harmonized it — combining every life element into an aspiring, insatiable longing to be one with perfect Love.

"Where is God?" by Rumi
I tried to find Him on the Christian cross,
but He was not there;
I went to the Temple of the Hindus and to the old pagoda,
but I could not find a trace of Him anywhere.
I searched the mountains and the valleys
but neither in the heights nor in the depths was I able to find Him.

"Freedom" by Keith Basar
Do you know what freedom is?
An exiting of the 'nest of knowing',
a burrowing beyond what is,
soaring into life's uncharted mysteries.

House of Light by Mary Oliver
"House of Light" by Mary Oliver
“Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even…

Bodhi-Tree — Author Unknown
BODHIDHARMA left his robe and bowl to his chosen successor; and each patriarch thereafter handed it down to the monk that, in his wisdom, he had chosen as the next successor. Gunin was the fifth such Zen patriarch. One day he announced that his successor would be he who wrote the best verse expressing the truth of their sect. The learned chief monk of Gunin's monastery thereupon took brush and ink, and wrote in elegant characters:

"The Kings Three Questions" - Author Unknown
Once there lived a king, he had everything he wished for, but one fine day three questions came across his mind. The questions were:
1. What is the most important time?
2. Who is the most important person?
3. What is the most important thing to do?

FORCE by Deng Ming Dao
A sword is never sheathed
Until it has tasted blood.
A good swordsman
Is seldom seen with a sword.

What We Talk about When We Talk about God by Rob Bell
“This is one of the reasons we watch movies, attend recovery groups, read memoirs, and sit around campfires telling stories long after the fire has dwindled down to a few glowing embers. It’s written in the Psalms that “deep calls to deep,” …

“Kisa Gotami and the Mustard Seed” by Alex Teo
During Buddha’s time, there lived a woman named Kisa Gotami. She married young and gave birth to a son. One day, the baby fell sick and died soon after. Kisa Gotami loved her son greatly and refused to believe that her son was dead. She carried the body of her son around her village, asking if there was anyone who can bring her son back to life.