One great sadness in my life is the seeming lack of magic that can, when tended, illuminate people from the inside. These are the people who, when we meet them, give out a real sense that here is someone doing justice to a life.
When we count our breath, we count on our breath. We discover it is the ticket back to ourselves. The breath both coaches and coaxes us into self-reliance, not only for relaxation into sleeping states, but also for profound letting go in superlatively chaotic and awake states.