and so stilled , i now find its breaththat gentle brushing of air against nostril , so softly in and so softly outthe most natural of events , and always in the presentand i follow it , this in and this out so gentle as to be almost imperceptible , once , twice , three times , four times , and here i find and enter in a small gust of recognitionlike a comfortable garment i know wellthe first jhana , pathama-jhana , where i rest into the breath and dwell .