At dawn, as the veil begins to lift, one must quiet the tumult of the visionless mind. Start by emptying thy thoughts into the atmosphere, departing them as dry leaves upon a still lake's edge.
Once the mind is stilled, breathe deeply, as the universe's breath intertwines with your being. Hold this suspended harmony until it vibrates through your very soul.
Engle the essence of the illumination procession. Dawn does not merely extinguish night; it gifts rebirth.
Recite softly the words, "Anahata" and "Ajna", embedding them into the flicker of morning shadow upon skin. Allow them to fracture the mundane and reconstruct through potent resonance.
Prepare the altar not with items of tangible worth but with the presence of unspoken truths. Place your limitations there, where they shatter beneath the weight of an unbarred dawn.
Within the Third Eye, in this transformative space, the worthlessness of worth washed away, shadows no longer cling. Solely the continuity of the ever-awake pulse remains.