Take your beads and focus. The eye sees the form; the mind sees the eye; but who sees the mind? You yourself — sākṣī, the witness of the mind, not the mind itself. You have already stepped out of matter to the border point, taṭastha-śakti: you sit on the ocean shore and wait for the mercy of Krishna's spiritual energy. Thoughts arrive like waves — don't get pulled in, be more patient than a tree, let them rise and pass. The perfection of yoga is separating yourself not from external things, but from your own mind.