We do not have to attain anything. We are yoga. The practice of asanas is a gate. The practice of meditation is a gate. Living life is a Dharma, a path. What makes the difference is the awareness we bring to it.

I am the erection of your narrations; I am the bones you long to grip, but never will;

A dark cloud fell over my eyes and a monster emerged. It thrashed me around on the floor and darkness emerged, time passing unconsciously. Drumming on my temples it woke me from my sleep.

With the harness in my hand, The three faced horse disobeys me. It runs away dragging me with it.

I delved into the world of drugs and alcohol and everything came up. It was like a volcano spewing out all its lava. It was a new-found freedom and it felt great!

If you do not have a good relationship with yourself, you will most likely not be happy with any person you are with.

It can no longer be like the good ol’ days, where you scratch your privileged friends’ backs and bypass laws and conscience. The karmic wheel spins faster than ever before. Did you know that secrets have evolved into an air-like substance? They cannot be contained.

What if today were your last day? What if? Would you look deep into the light of your eyes and honor your soul and your life as you chose to live it, or would you be filled with regret, wishing you had done more, aimed higher, lived fuller and laughed deeper?

Indignant and rebellious, we take to the road.

May this be the year we are captivated by our own boldness.

In the words of Rumi, “Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies.”

Why is darkness the enemy? Why is it associated with misery, destruction, sadness, death?

How can I forget that I love you.

What I want you to do is to spit out that conformity and hand back the guidelines with a smile. Do not throw them, and do not stomp on them with your heavy boots. Just say “No, thank you. I already have my own.”

I am not asking to do away with sense of humor, but for the love of a little self-control. Yogis do not need to publicly call people douchebags, do they? The energy going out is something that you place into the world and it has a ripple effect like everything else.

The events of the Boston Marathon were designed to blind – blind in rage, blind in anger, blind in grief, blind in immeasurable pain.

In the past, I had clung to my girlhood with a crocodile-like resolve because I was afraid I would lose the little girl within if I claimed my role as a woman. But surprisingly, I have found that by working with, and not against, my inner child, my role as a woman has only been strengthened. I truly feel the world will be a better place when we all start to blend our child-like wonder with the power and compassion of our womanhood.

Will you allow that spark in yourself to burn down all that is not real and let life hit you with all force?

The energy as we start seated and breathing on the mat dictates.

"There can be no vulnerability without risk; there can be no community without vulnerability; there can be no peace, and ultimately no life, without community."

Take off the gray veil that has blinded you from experiencing the world around you in the most profound way. Explore your abilities and if you persist, one day you will find what you're good at, you will find what you love to do. And once you do, you will never stop creating through it. It will be your soul's purpose.

Gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā! Go, go, go beyond, go thoroughly beyond, and establish yourself in enlightenment! Nothing will stop me. I will see samsara and nirvana become as one.

The two women stood in the bleak cold, the thin line of dawn on the horizon behind them a muted pinkish orange, the swirling November wind a cold draft at their ankles and necks. Vera Nyberg shivered.

It has enormous implications whether you're born a boy or a girl, even at the very moment you're born, while the differences only become relevant years later.

On the 7th anniversary of her passing. Instead of wallowing in sorrow as I cry, I will smile through the tears.

A beautiful little boy, I don’t actually know him, recently passed away. I saw his sweet face when I went on Facebook.

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The world lacks a certain amount of creativity.

Who is my future self? What does she look like? How does she behave? What's important to her? What does she eat for lunch? What does she read?

Love freely and you will be loved freely. Give freely and you will receive freely. Cry freely with joy and wild abandon and watch the wealth of emotional freedom rain down upon you.

John Cerberus smiled, but then a knee pushed his left shoulder hard into the ground, and before he could react, his head was jerked sharply to the right and his neck snapped.

Why is this so important? Isn’t it a fairly uninspired assumption that married women of my age must be here for this purpose?

But you will never know until you say it is over. It is done. Pull off the band-aid. Grit your teeth. Close the book. Seal the envelope. Set it on fire! Answer the door.

Lately, I’ve come to realize that positive living is not all rainbows and bunnies.

Caution guiding my steps, head bowed to watch where I go, I have walked in the wrong direction.

I forgive myself. I forgive you and everything in the past, present or future. I want to be free. I can only be free. I know nothing or no one else, I can only be me.

We fear that we feel too much and shutter away our illuminations to be shone again upon the next rising.

Choose the boldest course, the one that frightens you the most. It will change your life.

We share the same pain and loss. We struggle with our bodies, our desires, and our fears.

Each time we have a question unsolved, a relationship that turned out to be so much less than what it promised, we write a letter and turn it over to the river.

Why is beauty so alluring? Why does it create such a magnificent energetic force so deep within us that we have no choice but to surrender?

Nothing was worse than not being wanted, Nothing was better than not being alone...

What I pretend to forget, is that with out this thin veneer of melancholy, I’ll float up, up and away. I’ll be light again like the Gods.

We begin With enough time...

I am ready. I am prepared. She asks me to close my eyes. I feel her presence. This is the interview I have been waiting for.

Ready to give you my deepest fruit and Receive the chocolate of your heart.

I never gave away your sacred words of powerstriking the burning upper lip of shackled-in difference.

How do you know you’ve been destined to play a greater role? How do you convince yourself? How do you convince others? How long do you have to fight to achieve it?

In their heart of hearts, everyone is magic. But most folks just don't know it.

If you can wrap yourself in a difficult arm balance that you never thought possible, you may also be able to do more than you think, in reality, off the yoga mat.