When the world feels like too heavy, I retreat to concentration on my breath.

Breath ... Fluffy Cloud of Breath

I feel it as clearly as I can. Cool breath in, warm breath out. Then I rest in the still point between breaths. Breaths arise and pass away, each is gone as quickly as it came.

When thoughts intrude, I pretend they’re passing clouds and return to concentrating on my breath. The pleasure of breathing happens right here and now in my body, but the thoughts are just emotional flavors, not physically real like the breath.

The breath becomes more pleasant as the frequency and intensity of thoughts start to fade. I realize I’m breathing my way to Nirvana.