It happened again! At the end of the yoga class I was teaching, as I was wrapping up class with a few moments of reflection, I opened my eyes and saw all my students were still deep into their inner zone, eyes shut with peaceful bliss on their faces. What happened? Was it the music? The ancient Chinese zither too soulful? Or did my words: “climb down to the bottom of the ladder, through many layers of thoughts” really hit them, draw them into their inner space? Or maybe they are all experienced meditators?
I pulled myself back, I should practice what I preach. I closed my eyes, back into my pure space.
You never know what you will learn from yoga: maybe from your students, maybe from the master who lives inside of you.