Nothing to try here,
Or to strain, or stress, or tense.
Fret, frown or repent.
Just the empty, silky sensation of divine grace flowing effortlessly without restriction coming from any sense of individuality, separateness or personhood. All activities of the mind seen as a play, held in the attention only for the moment they arise and then pass away in their own perfection. As all holding is seen in the boundless, containerless, unlocatable, timeless and spacious awareness of your one primordial Being.