I was drawing something the other day–a cowhorn trumpet I have had for many years–and noticed that I had stopped thinking. This is rare for most people, and unheard of for me. I chatter to myself all day every day.
I just stopped and looked at the wordlessness in my brain, and found it interesting and somewhat pleasurable. It felt like there was the possibility of opening a door there somewhere, that I had entered a room that was not well lit, but from which further progress was possible.
Given that the point of meditation in many traditions–notably Yoga, unless I am much mistaken–is to stop thinking, I would submit this might be a way forward that I have not yet seen proposed. Obviously, this is an effect of transitioning to the right brain, but surely meditation does the same thing?
One could simply alternate drawing, and contemplating the thoughtless space, trying to maintain it as long as possible.