Propitious is the moment when everything I do flows like a river unencumbered. Every sign, every direction and every path opens to a new vista and becomes an unexpected miracle unfolding before me. It is then I know that I am following my bliss. It is like a painting that paints itself. The heavens open in such a way that all the gods smile down upon me and all my planets align and I become one with the universe. Harmony and balance, the Tao, surrounds my very being. A peace and contentment course through my veins. It is a Zen moment. To try and describe this propitious event is like attempting to explain the ocean to a frog in a well or ice to the summer dragonfly. No explanation can be had. No this occurrence cannot be described it can only be experienced. This precious Zen moment cannot be transmitted by mere words. Sometimes poetry and paintings can come close to describing this event but unfortunately they still miss the mark too. No, Zen moments just have to be experienced in order to be known. It is, and always will be, that way. visionary imagist "Joey"