Honestly, this should probably be the ONLY thread in this forum.
"Blackest Flame"
Deep within the withered souls of night,
Comes winds of past winters darkest heights,
Amid the baron misty forest along frozen pines,
Emerges black flame like some sacred relic in time.
Messages from akasha flow as if some wintry powder,
Realizing it was sent by the demons from our lord father.
Koan n.1
A Cup of Tea
Nan-in, a Japanese master during the Meiji era (1868-1912), received a university professor who came to inquire about Zen.
Nan-in served tea. He poured his visitor's cup full, and then kept on pouring.
The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could restrain himself. "It is overfull. No more will go in!"
"Like this cup," Nan-in said, "you are full of your own opinions and speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?"