i look at these things with intense delight and as i observe them there is no observer
but only sheer beauty like love.
for a moment i am absent with all my problems, anxieties and miseries-
there is only that marvelous thing. 
i can look at it with joy and the next moment forget it, or else the mind steps in,
and then the problem begins; my mind thinks over what it has seen
and thinks how beautiful it was;
i tell myself i should like to see it again many times.
thought begins to compare, judge, and say,
'i must have it again tomorrow'.


from freedom from the known