A skilled yogi blossoms even while living in the three gunas, just as a lotus flower blossoms in muddy waters.

There are always some clouds in the skySome thick, some thinsome low, some high The stuff in your mindwhatever it may belikes or dislikes he or sheGreed or angerfuture or pastambitions or desires small or vast You give them the importancethe thicker they becomeThe longer they staylouder the mental drum Light shines throughwhen the clouds are thinEven when you lose you actually win Keep the clouds thinyou will sing your own songYou will dance, even when it all goes wrong Books are filled with songs But you must sing your own There is a song in youhiding in your bone Singing your...