I am hearing you:

"I am thinking about my breath - no - do not think, become aware, keep focus and do not stare. In-out transformation. Forgetting this all the time.
Then I am part of the air, the space. Taking in molecules, letting others out. Scanning the body, now safety, security, air in through the nose, air out through the mouth.

It is harder now, because one after the other the thoughts create a new story on top of the previous. Hey, what was that? I take a look at it and what is behind it; was it something to be sorted out, fixed or of any use at all? Then all is clear to me at the center of a deep and releasing breath."

A stratum, a part of the atmosphere, gives way above the point at which you are gazing. It can't be forced, a magic word won't do either, it's beautiful, and you're not going any further for now.