Your Daily Zen Practice

I explore too, with pleasure, the sources of the myriad sounds which crowd the summer noon, and which seem the very grain and stuff of which eternity is made. Henry

Many are those who have given their kingdom, for less than solitude and the sweet fellowship of aloneness. The Forerunner, by Kahlil Gibran.

I saw here the most brilliant rainbow that I ever imagined. It was just across the stream below the precipice, formed on the mist which this tremendous fall produced. And