Classics postures, when practiced with discrimination and awareness, bring the body, mind, and consciousness into a single, harmonious whole.

Through surrender the aspirant's ego is effaced, and . . . grace . . . pours down upon him like a torrential rain.

As a breeze ruffles the surface of a lake and distorts the images reflected therein, so also the chitta vrtti (fluctuations of mind) disturb the peace of the mind. The still waters of a lake reflect the beauty around it. When the mind is still, the beauty of the Self is seen reflected in it.

There is no difference in souls, only the ideas about ourselves that we wear.

For me there were only two ways on the precipice - either I have to fall in or I have to fall out, to accept or say good-bye. The moment I crossed the precipice, it no longer was a discipline - it became a passion, an urge to pursue. Then I experienced freedom. Freedom comes when the discipline revolutionizes the discipline as a passion for the art.

Without the accurate spine movement, one can't exist dynamically.

There is only one reality, but there are many ways that reality can be interpreted.