The Cosmic Breath of BKS Iyengar
There are events in our life, where time stands still. And as we look back, in that interval of a moment, we remember exactly where we were. September 11, the assassination of John Lennon, perhaps even the day we landed on the moon. A year ago, I was on an airplane back from Pune. As soon as I landed, the first text I read said, "Guruji has passed." I knew it was coming, but it still seemed unreal. I had seen him just a few days before he went into the hospital. He looked tired. He had offered his final goodbyes. He had shared everything he knew about yoga with so many people. It seemed unfair to be sad for someone who embodied his teachings. He taught us about the Cosmic Breath, and then he joined it. He offered his devoted prayers, practice, and work to The Lord. His final offering was himself. He deserved to rest. This selfless man taught us about feeling unworthy, and then conquering the world through his teachings of yoga. He taught us not to feel