Tenzin, the Solitary Hermit

A mindful bedtime story of a solitary monk’s journey to inner peace, offering reflections on tranquility, solitude, and the wisdom found in nature’s embrace.

High in the misty cliffs of the Tibetan mountains lived a monk named Tenzin. He had chosen a life of solitude, making his home in a small cave carved into the rock, far from any village. From the mouth of his cave, he could see the wide valley below, where rivers shimmered, and clouds drifted lazily.

Though he lived alone, Tenzin never felt lonely. His days were filled with simple practices—meditation, chanting, and tending to the small tasks of life in the mountains. Each morning, he would sit at the opening of his cave, cross-legged, watching the sun rise over the peaks. The golden light touched the snow-capped mountains first, then slowly warmed the valley below. As the light spread, Tenzin felt connected to everything—the mountains, rivers, and the vast sky. Even the distant villages he couldn’t see seemed close to him.

Tenzin’s practice was to focus on his breath. He felt the breath flow in and out, like the wind through the trees. When his mind wandered, as minds tend to do, he would gently bring it back to the present moment. There was no rush, no goal—just the moment, just being.

One day, while Tenzin was in deep meditation, the wind outside his cave grew stronger. It howled through the trees, making the air feel sharp and cold. He opened his eyes and saw that dark clouds had gathered in the sky. A storm was approaching. The peaceful valley below had vanished under thick fog.

But Tenzin didn’t worry. He had learned, over time, that storms—like thoughts and emotions—come and go. Some days were clear, others were cloudy, but nothing lasted forever. He pulled his woolen robe tighter around him, lit a small fire, and returned to his meditation.

The storm raged on, but Tenzin remained calm. His breath, slow and steady, was his anchor. Inside his cave, there was no storm—only stillness. The walls of his cave sheltered him from the wind, but it was his practice that sheltered him from the restlessness of the world.

Several days passed, and the storm finally cleared. When Tenzin stepped outside, the valley below was washed clean by the rain, sparkling in the sunlight. Birds sang from the trees, and the air smelled fresh.

Tenzin smiled to himself. The storm had been fierce, but he hadn’t resisted it. He had simply let it come and go, knowing that everything—like the weather—was temporary. The calm always returned.

The seasons passed, each one bringing its own beauty. Tenzin never wished for company, for he had found that the quiet, the mountains, and the rhythm of his breath were friends enough. In the deep silence of his cave, Tenzin had discovered the greatest happiness—the peace of simply being.

🙏🕊️🙏

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