By continually bring attention back to the breath, there comes a point at which the thoughts seem to be flickering around the central column of breath like lightning; there is a sense of something other than thought being there. But this sense is not describable in any way – that would be thought, which it precisely isn’t, and that is the reason for following the breath – it’s a focus for the mind, a tether to hold it in place while it flaps furiously. As its struggles grow weaker, a glimmer of just being, of just sitting, starts to show through.
One in a series of meditation posts. See the others.