We often fool ourselves that we are concentrating because we fix our attention on wavering objects.

As the trunk is one but the branches are many, yoga is one but adaptations may vary.

The body is my temple, asanas are my prayers.

Where does the body end and the mind begin? Where does the mind end and the spirit begin? They cannot be divided as they are inter-related and but different aspects of the same all-pervading divine consciousness.

When the asana is correct, there is lightness, a freedom. Freedom comes when every part of the body is active. Let us be free in whatever posture we are doing. Let us be full in whatever we do.

Yoga is the rule book for playing the game of Life, but in this game no one needs to lose. It is tough, and you need to train hard. It requires the willingness to think for yourself, to observe and correct, and to surmount occasional setbacks. It demands honesty, sustained application, and above all love in your heart.

I planted the seed, now you must work a lot otherwise the tiny plant will die.