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A friend recently asked me just what my religion is. For me that is a difficult question to answer: I've been trying to figure that out myself for several years now. Whatever it is, it's influenced by the gospels (as I understand them) and by Zen. In thinking about his question, it occurred to me that one answer is hinted at in a zen story. The Buddha supposedly was once with his disciples and held up a single flower. Only one disciple responded: with a smile. No words, no dogmas, just a flower. Somewhere in that story is at least a step toward my religion. So here, for all you seekers is another "flower sermon." May you smile . . .