By Doug Tenzin Rose
Chanting, Breathing, Meditation
Ancient incantations provide psychic transportation to a place that is both path and destination.
These incantations combine with patience and consistency to nourish every journey, even on the most difficult of roads.
There is no past or future here, only security in the present tense. No tension. There is no danger from any previous trip or the next one while on this voyage. All of you is on this singularly directed road.
Rhythmic musical designs jumpstart primeval forces. Ancient wisdoms resurface daily, cementing intelligence to itself.
Warm and safe from interferences, the mind builds tools for clearances of obstacles that are then erased from history.
It’s no mystery!
It is a well known path shared by millions before you who have passed out of life but come back to adore you, when you’re chanting.
Perseverance required.
Meditation, Chanting, Breathing
We each own the only key to the door that
grants entrance to mind, entrance to thoughts that are coarse or kind.
We also own the door.
It is our house.
No one, no thing, can enter without permission. Vigilance and diligent practice are our locksmiths.
Our house is not secure without these.
While experiencing meditation’s medication, limitless expanses of Universe meet molecular particles seamlessly, and seemingly endlessly.
Though we are printed on so many pages and grow through a million stages, we are a single entity disguised as uncountable faces and places.
Each face and place is well equipped through a series of graces to maximize function in spaces that range from broad stars to mere atomic traces.
All of us are within each one of us.
The sensations of hearing color and touching sound abound. The most touching sounds trip emotional triggers earlessly. They fearlessly anchor an eerie yet centering effect, as all selves connect in unity, traversing dimensions with impunity.
Meditation’s maximum effect abides where all secrets reside—in the breath.
If you want your body and mind to meet, it is proper breathing you need to repeat.
Breathing, Meditation, Chanting
Breathe like a baby. You will hear the wordless lullaby of a mother’s rocking arms. Babies know love from personal mom’s and Universal Mother’s charms.
Focus on breathing as if there is nothing else to do.
If you sit still for long enough, the air will breathe you. Sit silently. Become the breath. Fill the lungs to their greatest depth.
To sit longer is to become stronger.
When breath hears its own heartbeat we find something rare as life becomes aware of the care we are giving it. This beat cannot come apart.
This heart cannot be broken.
There will be no breaking in the rhythm it is taking from the effort you are making on its behalf.
Internal calm sees external obstacles as dissolving pollution. Dismay finds absolution as the breath rides its wealth to the perfect self that has always been waiting upon our shelf. What wealth is uncovered when instincts are mothered back into existence!
No stressful resistance to evil is required once the strength of that evil is disarmed and denied by the flow of the life force (balanced inward and out) to the place where a nest egg of harmonies shout to become you, again.
How odd that so many of our confusions can find their corrections, find their solutions, in the simplest and most basic concept since death, in the sweet loving flow of a young baby’s breath.
Watching a baby breathe can teach us how to be an adult. Not sucking in or pushing out but balanced and flowing, constantly growing in levels of knowing grace. Knowing grace is in the place that it is supposed to be— inside of you, and inside of me.
Doug Ten Rose has invented and directed charity projects involving rock stars, pro sports teams, a governor, mayors, and senators. Much of this was done while Tenzin (”Ten”) himself remained homeless and panhandled for food money on the streets. Ten is a graduate of heroin addiction and death, as well as thirty-five years and over a hundred thousand miles of ground travel without ever driving a car, having a bank account, telephone, or a bill in his name.
