The beauty of a lake reflects the beauty around it. When the mind is still, the beauty of the Self is seen reflected in it.

Keep your attention internal, not external, not worrying about what others see, but what the Self sees.

Feeling the movement of movements is wandering to the past or future. Living in the movements of movement is being in the present.

Yoga is like music: the rhythm of the body, the melody of the mind, and the harmony of the soul create the symphony of life.

Many ask me whether pranayama ... postpones old age. Why worry about it? Death is certain. Let it come when it comes. Just keep working. The soul has no age. It doesn't die. Only the body decays. And yet, we must never forget the body, since it is the garden we must cherish and cultivate.

The highest point of yesterday should be the lowest point of today

Illuminated emancipation, freedom, unalloyed and untainted bliss await you, but you have to choose to embark on the Inward Journey to discover it