In pure solitude, where the wilderness stretches

In pure solitude, where the wilderness stretches, I find myself without the burden of worldly duties, just me and my thoughts, Whispers rising like mist from a tranquil lake at dawn, The intimate sources of the soul reveal their deep calling, My response intertwines with the lives surrounding me, understanding, That the earth is the great connector of existences, source and destination, It, the healer and restorer, bringer of life from death, Where illness turns into health, and old age into youth. In this eternal dance of renewal, I feel part of a whole, Listening to the stones as they tell their story in deep silence, How the wind carries my memories on its unseen wings, Every blade of grass sings the hymn of rebirth under the vast sky, In this flow of endless thoughts, I contemplate the miracle of nature, Which becomes my home and altar, and I, a silent witness, Find my place in the cosmic symphony, losing and finding myself, At the same time, part of the uninterrupted miracle of life.