Good night, stranger

Yoga simply means to be in perfect tune. When you are in yoga, your body, mind and energy and existence are in absolute harmony.

Her entire past  had evaporated. And even the present was one of mists, sweet, fresh mists, separating her from solid reality, preventing her from touching it. (...) Her face was vague and ill-defined, floating among all the other opaque and confident faces, as if it were not yet able to find support in any expression. Her whole body and soul lost their boundaries, they merged and fused into a single chaos, gentle and amorphous, relaxed and with uncertain movements, like matter that was simply alive. It was perfect renewal, creation.

In fact, she had always been two, the one who superficially knew that she was, and the one that truly existed in depth.

And the moment was so perfect that I felt neither fear nor gratitude and did not invoke God. I want to die now, something called out inside me, a cry of freedom rather than suffering. (...) I wanted to rise and only death, as an end, could grant me the summit without the descent.

I must never forget, I thought, that I have been happy, that I am happy, happier than anyone could hope to be. But I forgot, I was always forgetting.

At that moment I was truly inside my inner self and there was silence. Only I realized that my silence was part of the silence of the countryside.

Freedom means little. What I desire still has no name.

I try to isolate myself in order to find life in itself. (...) Happy and tranquil, I wait for myself, I wait for myself to rise and to emerge as I really am before my own eyes.

All I possess lies much deeper inside me.

If the brilliance of the stars causes internal pain, if this remote communication is possible, it's because something almost resembling a star glimmers inside me. Here I am, returned to the body. To return to my body. When I suddenly see myself in the depths of the mirror, I take fright. I can scarcely believe that I have limits, that I am outlined and defined. I feel myself to be dispersed in the atmosphere, thinking inside other creatures, living inside things beyond myself.

I rise as gentle as a puff of air, I raise my sleepy head like that of a flower, my feet agile, and cross the fields, further than the earth, the world, time, God.