“We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.” Ray Bradbury
What I’ve learnt lately:
The word Yoga means union in sanskrit.
Union with ourselves and then with the universe.
We create our circumstances: all is an illusion.
The time for seeding is only once a year.
For each thing there is a time to ripen.
We are what we eat, what we smell and what we think.
We are our senses,
and the uniqueness of how we choose to interpret them.
I become conscious about my own roots,
Where and how far are they growing?
where and how far are they going?