There is no technique for melting. The snow just disappears in new Spring grass.
When meditation becomes a 'technique,' a 'path' for getting somewhere and improving a 'me,' it is just a well-focused self-disciplined delusion.
Where are the 'higher' and 'lower' states in formless consciousness? There is only a joyful explosion of the incomprehensible hologram of ever-dissolving awareness, which contains every possible dimension.
Real meditation is melting into astonishment, like the snow: the supremely pathless and energetic non-effort of mere being. Rishi Ashtavakra gave but one instruction: 'Layam vraja: dissolve now!'
Under the full moon, plums bud from the void.