I am concentrating in my breathing – counting my breaths to distract me from thoughts. My eyes are closed. My eyes are closed. My eyes are closed. I am thinking about the fact that my eyes are closed. Every flash of a thought that enters my mind is so fleeting I can’t catch what it is. I think about what I am thinking and I am thinking that my eyes are closed and that my thoughts are very fleeting so I am not catching what they are.
I try to think about something so that I can think about what I am thinking about. All that comes to mind is what I was thinking about before I closed my eyes. This is a memory of a thought I had a minute ago. It is not a fresh thought. It is not a new thought. I try to get back to what I was thinking of before I closed my eyes. One thought leads to another but I am not having any thoughts to lead to another.
It dawns on me that I my mind is preoccupied with past thoughts.