I visit a temple in Tibet every morning. There, I sit before the sun rises with thirty or so Buddhist monks who have become my friends over the past six or seven years. We chant harmonious overtones and meditate about gratitude, love and peace.
My friends in the saffron robes have only empathy, compassion and love to offer. There is no judging, there is no envy, anger or hatred. There is just peace, and the silence between ‘ohms’ reminding us of the sacred healing power each conscious moment provides when we awaken and listen carefully from within ourselves.
Some years ago, my yoga teacher played a recording early one morning as we meditated. It was the sounds of my Buddhist friends conducting their morning chanting. She had received it from a former teacher and healer on an original real-to-real master tape that she had years before converted to cassette.
Later in our relationship, she was able to convert the recording to compact disk, and she gave me a copy. I remember it was one of the first digital recordings I managed to copy onto my computer hard drive, and later to various digital devices. This morning, I beamed its signal to a wireless speaker across the room from my cell phone.
Yes, I travel to a monastery thousands of miles away every morning to relax, listen and meditate. Mind is the best traveller.
