Breathe Dak thought as he slowly inhaled through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. He had taken a comfortable seat on a thick round cushion just outside the hall of fountains where he could hear many of the younglings and padawans at play and the sound of water running and splashing. Taking another deep breath, Dak inhaled through his nose and out through the mouth.
On each inhale he felt his body expand. Stretching, accommodating the refreshing air as it brought new energy to his body. As he breathed out he felt his body soften, relaxing into his seat, and he gently closed his eyes. Rather than his mind leading his breath, Dak allowed his breath to lead his mind. He focused on the sensation of each breath, taking them one at a time. Each of their unique intricacies. He noticed the way he felt it in his body. He even rested one of his hands on his stomach, feeling it rise and fall. He allowed his thoughts to come and go, not focusing on any one thing.
Dak reached out with his feelings, seeing the temple. The academy. He felt the younglings under his protection and the Padawans he trained regularly. Small blinking lights in the Force. Radiating peace. Brimming with hopes and dreams and ideas. He could feel resentment and fear. Pain. Disappointment. Adolescents coming into adulthood and learning the highs and lows of their own minds. Contentment and compassion from their friends who had been through these stages of their life already.
Between it all - all of the feelings, all of the calmness and compassion, all of the fears and doubts, all of the pains and changes - he felt his connection to the Force. It was in him. It was in them. It was in everyone and everything around him. He could feel himself and then he could not feel himself, as his self faded and all that was left was the energy connecting all living things.