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

After a session of yoga, the mind becomes tranquil and passive.

You exist without the feeling of existence.

All of us have a dormant spark of divinity in us which has to be fanned into flame by yoga.

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.

The breath must be enticed or cajoled, like catching a horse in a field, not by chasing after it, but by standing still with an apple in one’s hand.

The back is like a frame, the front body, the painting that it throws into relief.