My brother and his wife had their Twins two days ago.  

We are born Perfect.  

I saw that in them when I held them.  Each one being perfect in their own way.

We are born Uninhibited.  Innocent.  Loved.  

And when do we begin to move away from these qualities?  

Who or What begins to tell us we’re not perfect?  When do we think we are not loved?

Practicing yoga allows us to go back to our True Selves.  Perfection.  Love.  Bliss.