Most subtle point of listening: 

to the most subtle point of listening, with the mantra grown faint, softly repeated though an almost infinite field of silence - and it's just the listening now, my only true presence found, perhaps being the most subtlest point of all. 

until even this is gone. 

meditation is my disappearance, it's where I drop off as any sort of personal entity, seamless, and I simply exist as the presence I've been all along, capacity, openness, where life occurs through what seems an allowing space of clear awareness. But I don't find this impersonal at all, I'm not in anyway removed from the activity of the world, there's an intimacy here of pure participation, that at this most subtle point of listening I belong to every sound that's heard, necessary even, as vibrations become the actuality of a birdsong, insects in last note before dawn, mantra playing through my mind...

at the most subtlest point of listening,

I am.

until even this is gone. 

of course this is just description. my own words given in a lyrical sense, not meant to be taken in any sort of literal way - although it's exactly how things are, at least it is for me at that most subtle point of listening, with the mantra so faint now, all but disappeared, breath softer too, barely a trace of presence...

and then even this is gone.

~

Peace, Eric