I described in another thread.....
I was camping on an island and woke up with a face full of fiddler crabs. I didn't want to go sleep with the crabs so I got up and watched the shrimp boats plying back and forth, swaying gently under the night sky on a peaceful ocean then the sun rising. I don't know if it's Zen, but it's a feeling of being one with the world.
This reminds me of the 'Moody Blues' "Question of Balance" where the man gets the same feeling. Here are the lyrics:
After he had journeyed,
And his feet were sore,
And he was tired,
He came upon an orange grove
And he rested
And he lay in the cool,
And while he rested, he took to himself an orange and tasted it,
And it was good.
And he felt the earth to his spine,
And he asked, and he saw the tree above him, and the stars,
And the veins in the leaf,
And the light, and the balance.
And he saw magnificent perfection,
Whereon he thought of himself in balance,
And he knew he was.