Recalling the Solitude

In the cold with no fire
No fulfilling of desire
Chill winds blowing strong
As i sit all alone
In absolute perfect contentment
Above regret and resentment
Delusion, vice, and attachment
Feeling the moist fog settle in
Dead trees lie in peace all around me
I feel i've escaped all boundaries
Even though the trail's right in front of me
I prefer this deep meditation
As a vacation from the monotony of reality
That i can keep with me
At any time recalling the solitude
And the gratitude
For what is always around me
A precise painting, the perfection of Beauty
The Mother in all her glory
Cradling me in her soft arms
Nurturing me back to a quiet peace