Your Daily Zen Practice

The dewy morning, the rainbow, mountains, orchards in blossom, stars, moonlight, shadows in still water and the like, if too eagerly hunted, become merely shows and mock us with their unreality. Go out of the house to see the moon, and it is mere tinsel. It will not please us as much as when its light shines upon your necessary journey. The beauty that shimmers in the yellow afternoons of October, who ever could clutch it? Yet if you go forth to find it, it is gone. Everything is only a mirage if you look from the windows of diligence and pre-conceived thought. From Emerson, Nature.