The Beauty of Solitude

[Wisemene Cajuste]

In the calm profundities of isolation's hug,
A universe of magnificence unfurls with elegance.
In the midst of the confusion and commotion of the day,
Isolation entices us to come and remain.

In isolation, we track down a quiet retreat,
A space where heart and brain can meet.
A safe-haven for thoughtfulness and harmony,
Where the spirit's desires track down discharge.

In isolation, we find our actual selves,
Uncovering layers concealed on swarmed racks.
Contemplations and dreams take off and take off,
As we investigate the profundities of our inward center.

In isolation, we track down comfort and recuperating,
A medicine for wounds that need disguising.
In the quietness, murmurs of astuteness emerge,
Directing us towards our own heaven.

In isolation, we track down imaginative motivation,
A material where thoughts track down freedom.
Creative mind moves in the tranquility of the psyche,
Making works of art that are stand-out.

In isolation, we find an association so significant,
With nature's magnificence that encompasses.
The stirring leaves, the delicate breeze,
Become partners that reassured our hearts.

In isolation, we figure out how to find a sense of contentment,
Embracing the quiet, tracking down discharge.
For it is in isolation that we can really see,
The excellence of our own organization.

So let us love the snapshots of isolation's hug,
For inside its profundities, a consecrated space.
A safe-haven where we can really be,
On top of ourselves, wild and free.