“Art of Yoga is difficult, not impossible” – B.K.S. Iyengar

Guruji’s punya thithi is always marked with a program by the Institute, this year was no different. The first couple of years were still a little shaky as his old students struggled to find their anchor. These days, the sense of his presence is unshakeable when they speak of him. Except Prashantji, I suppose. He’s always been the stoic one, exhorting us to learn what Guruji was always trying to teach. Not Iyengar yoga, but yog.

A backbencher’s perspective

There will never be another B.K.S. Iyengar or a Swami Vivekananda or any of the other great teachers. Simply because, they were the full realization of themselves. And that’s really the call for us too, to realize ourselves.

One of the things that stood out for me was a reminiscing by Raya about Guruji’s response to his youthful frustration at the impossibility of being able to replicate his asana. The reply came later as an autographed line in the Art of Yoga, “The art of yoga is difficult but not impossible.” With love, B.K.S. Iyengar

In fact Raya actually suggested that we could write the exact words and it would hold true for us too. And he is right. It echoes the thought in the Gita about the promise of emancipation for all. Of the entire bit, ‘with love’ was the defining phrase for me. A child-like generosity unencumbered by ego. Not just Guruji but Geetaji and Prashantji also have that same simplicity of unfettered love.

It feels good to get back to a routine of practice and class. I thought of an inability for a regular practice as a loss of asana proficiency but it really doesn’t matter. Yoga is right where I am, how I am.

In my studies, I have come to the last chapter in the Geeta for this reading and I found myself going through the introduction of all the previous chapters as suggested in the footnotes. I ended up underlining many portions in those sections. Suffice to say, this exercise will need to be repeated again. In the meanwhile, it is time for another round of study of the yog sutras.

Hari Om

Open your eyes

I woke up at 3 this morning. Blame it on my anticipation of yoga today. I was pleasantly surprised that a couple of teachers had noticed my absence. It’s been nearly two months since I made it to class.

At one time, I would have groaned in my head about the expected obstinacy of the muscles but this time was different. There wasn’t any resignation or aversion, just acceptance of my situation as is. I did my stuff, forgot a couple of asanas and wrapped up without straining too much. While my body remained mostly silent, the mind was activated to a sharpness, a slowing of time. I noticed more around me, like the smell of wet leaves and the chimes singing on the breeze. Maybe it was a result of saying the invocation with our eyes open. That was today’s instruction and a first in class. I have done it at home but that felt different from an unexpected instruction in class. But, that’s what I love about this system of learning. It’s less of being taught and more of inquiring.