I wrote the following while in meditation retreat up in Ladakh earlier this year.
"Retreat in the Mountains"
The moon bow bright on high peaks,
The golden crow returns to the western mound.
During winter alone practicing in the mountain,
What samādhi to warm me up?
Living like clouds and water outside the world,
Suspending a kettle, a taste of horse feed.
Delighted to meet someone wandering the realm,
Ashamed, I have not two cups for tea.