Begin by finding a quiet spot and settling into a comfortable seat. Allow the breath to calm itself—no force, just soft inhales and exhales. Gaze gently at a dim point of light—a candle flame, a night-light, even the glow of a distant streetlamp—and then close the eyes, carrying that ember of radiance inward.

Turn attention to the space between the eyebrows, where ancient yogis describe a flicker of inner fire. Imagine a tiny, brilliant spark there, as if a single star has taken up residence behind the forehead. With each inhalation, that spark grows warmer; with every exhalation, it pulses, sending ripples of light through the brain’s chambers. In an age of screen-induced burnout, it’s like powering down the devices and tuning into a deeper, unchanging glow.

Slowly expand this inner flame, letting it fill the entire head, then the whole torso—and finally, the whole body. Visualize the very cells lit up from within, each atom humming with clarity. As the boundaries between self and light blur, awareness becomes self-illuminating, just like the sun dispersing morning mist.

At the peak of this practice, there’s no “meditator” and no “light”—only a seamless radiance, timeless and boundless. Thoughts fade into the background, much like the hum of city traffic when the power goes out. This luminous space is a doorway to transcendence, offering relief from the overload of modern life and a direct encounter with pure awareness.