The goal of yoga is enlightenment. This “yoking” of our human bodies with the invisible is an act of faith that demands deep trust in the ground of our being. How easy it is indeed to default to a life of complacency, wasting our time in the shadows, wasting away in an unceasing playground of concepts. To yoga is to rush out to meet our beloved at the level of our cells, to demand the fresh air of existence, to know where the psychodrama ends and life begins. In an age of multiculturalism, it is not hard to imagine how such a practice might translate to our daily lives: actually taking the risk of asking the person caught in a thunderstorm if they need a ride, getting out of bed twenty minutes early to shovel our elderly neighbor’s driveway, or selecting a walking route that takes us past the house of a person with whom we need to make amends. Yoga is more than posing, and what we do with our bodies becomes our salvation.
Ave Crux, Spes Unica.
Amen to this!