The trees must breathe so I can breathe.
Our biological rhythms are the symphony of the cosmos, music embedded deep within us to which we dance, even when we can't name the tune.
When you are in the field of creativity, you lose track of time. Only the flow exists.
What you seek, you already are.
Yoga began as a philosophy rather than as a physical discipline.
Imagine for a moment your own version of a perfect future. See yourself in that future with everything you could wish for at this very moment fulfilled. Now take the memory of that future and bring it here into the present. Let it influence how you will behave from this moment on.