Touching the stone or the breath and trying to let it be whatever it is. Then letting go of trying, and they are as they are. Considering that breath or stone are in their way, the only things in the world, the only thing I need to experience contact with for a time.
Noticing that I vanish somewhere. Noticing that meditation is never a success the same way, there is never the same rest, because it is me who must let go, let my attention graduate, and to do so, I must recognize that I have changed.
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