r would speak: “Observe your mind…what is its state? Now (in tadasana), bring the inner skin of the big toe mound down onto the floor. Observe, did your mind become quiet? Peaceful? Yes or no?” Invariably, the answer would be “yes.” And so it went, pose after pose, pearls of awareness that expanded and tied together our consciousness into a seamless strand of action, peace and poise.

This was not my first experience being a student in his presence. I met Mr. Iyenga

There are moments in the lives of those of us who seek truth and beauty that leave us forever changed. For yoga enthusiasts, one such moment was the recent Yoga Journal conference in Estes Park, CO. in September 2005 where BKS Iyengar began his teaching and U.S. tour for his new book Light on Life.

As a yoga student, I was first introduced to the Iyengar method in 1977. The intelligence behind the practice gave me support, stability and freedom from nagging back and shoulder pain. BKS Iyengar was a student of Sri Krishnamacharya, the man who revived the teachings of Astanga Yoga in the 21st century. The Astanga yoga path has at its base the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali, the guiding principles on the path of yoga, or Union.

Mr. Iyengar shares this lineage with other notable teachers such as Patahbi Jois, T.K. Desikachar and Indra Devi. BKS Iyengar’s outstanding contribution is how he has codified and refined the practice of Asana (poses) and Pranayama (breath control) to reflect in action, the whole of the Yoga Sutras. Mr. Iyengar’s methods have been recognized the world over. In 2004 the Indian government crowned him the Emperor of Yoga, a prestigious education award, and the BBC has hailed him as “the Michelangelo of yoga”.

At Estes Park in September 2005, 800 of us stood on our mats inside a perfectly designed rectangle to define our personal space. We waited patiently chanting the Yoga Sutras and reviewing our Sanskrit on the overhead projectors. Then like a single organism, we were drawn to the stage anticipating the appearance of BKS Iyengar. The applause began the moment his face appeared and continued seemingly forever until every cell of our bodies were filled with gratitude for this great man and his life’s work. And then class began. Each senior teacher took turns teaching a yoga pose to the crowd and, after giving their best instruction, the master would speak: “Observe your mind…what is its state? Now (in tadasana), bring the inner skin of the big toe mound down onto the floor. Observe, did your mind become quiet? Peaceful? Yes or no?” Invariably, the answer would be “yes.” And so it went, pose after pose, pearls of awareness that expanded and tied together our consciousness into a seamless strand of action, peace and poise.

This was not my first experience being a student in his presence. I met Mr. Iyengar

shoulder pain. BKS Iyengar was a student of Sri Krishnamacharya, the man who revived the teachings of Astanga Yoga in the 21st century. The Astanga yoga path has at its base the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali, the guiding principles on the path of yoga, or Union.

Mr. Iyengar shares this lineage with other notable teachers such as Patahbi Jois, T.K. Desikachar and Indra Devi. BKS Iyengar’s outstanding contribution is how he has codified and refined the practice of Asana (poses) and Pranayama (breath control) to reflect in action, the whole of the Yoga Sutras. Mr. Iyengar’s methods have been recognized the world over. In 2004 the Indian government crowned him the Emperor of Yoga, a prestigious education award, and the BBC has hailed him as “the Michelangelo of yoga”.

At Estes Park in September 2005, 800 of us stood on our mats inside a perfectly designed rectangle to define our personal space. We waited patiently chanting the Yoga Sutras and reviewing our Sanskrit on the overhead projectors. Then like a single organism, we were drawn to the stage anticipating the appearance of BKS Iyengar. The applause began the moment his face appeared and continued seemingly forever until every cell of our bodies were filled with gratitude for this great man and his life’s work. And then class began. Each senior teacher took turns teaching a yoga pose to the crowd and, after giving their best instruction, the master would speak: “Observe your mind…what is its state? Now (in tadasana), bring the inner skin of the big toe mound down onto the floor. Observe, did your mind become quiet? Peaceful? Yes or no?” Invariably, the answer would be “yes.” And so it went, pose after pose, pearls of awareness that expanded and tied together our consciousness into a seamless strand of action, peace and poise.

This was not my first experience being a student in his presence. I met Mr. Iyenga

poses) and Pranayama (breath control) to reflect in action, the whole of the Yoga Sutras. Mr. Iyengar’s methods have been recognized the world over. In 2004 the Indian government crowned him the Emperor of Yoga, a prestigious education award, and the BBC has hailed him as “the Michelangelo of yoga”.

At Estes Park in September 2005, 800 of us stood on our mats inside a perfectly designed rectangle to define our personal space. We waited patiently chanting the Yoga Sutras and reviewing our Sanskrit on the overhead projectors. Then like a single organism, we were drawn to the stage anticipating the appearance of BKS Iyengar. The applause began the moment his face appeared and continued seemingly forever until every cell of our bodies were filled with gratitude for this great man and his life’s work. And then class began. Each senior teacher took turns teaching a yoga pose to the crowd and, after giving their best instruction, the master would speak: “Observe your mind…what is its state? Now (in tadasana), bring the inner skin of the big toe mound down onto the floor. Observe, did your mind become quiet? Peaceful? Yes or no?” Invariably, the answer would be “yes.” And so it went, pose after pose, pearls of awareness that expanded and tied together our consciousness into a seamless strand of action, peace and poise.

This was not my first experience being a student in his presence. I met Mr. Iyenga

tras and reviewing our Sanskrit on the overhead projectors. Then like a single organism, we were drawn to the stage anticipating the appearance of BKS Iyengar. The applause began the moment his face appeared and continued seemingly forever until every cell of our bodies were filled with gratitude for this great man and his life’s work. And then class began. Each senior teacher took turns teaching a yoga pose to the crowd and, after giving their best instruction, the master would speak: “Observe your mind…what is its state? Now (in tadasana), bring the inner skin of the big toe mound down onto the floor. Observe, did your mind become quiet? Peaceful? Yes or no?” Invariably, the answer would be “yes.” And so it went, pose after pose, pearls of awareness that expanded and tied together our consciousness into a seamless strand of action, peace and poise.

This was not my first experience being a student in his presence. I met Mr. Iyenga

r would speak: “Observe your mind…what is its state? Now (in tadasana), bring the inner skin of the big toe mound down onto the floor. Observe, did your mind become quiet? Peaceful? Yes or no?” Invariably, the answer would be “yes.” And so it went, pose after pose, pearls of awareness that expanded and tied together our consciousness into a seamless strand of action, peace and poise.

This was not my first experience being a student in his presence. I met Mr. Iyengar in San Francisco in 1984 at the 1st International Iyengar Yoga Convention, made a trip to India, and attended two other conventions where he taught before seeing him this year in Estes Park. Each time I have been impressed with his forthright honesty and instinctive knowledge and skill. I have watched him time and again adjust people in poses, add a prop, give weight and resistance, or take the resistance away, always with the end result of restoring them to balance and lightness of being, beyond their pain and suffering. Yes, he was always a passionate and demanding teacher, but not in any ordinary way, only 100%. This year I saw a mellow man of 87 years, easy to smile and make a joke. Yet still absolutely clear about what was important, the integration and inner freedom that was possible for every human being through the mindful practice of yoga. He wants us to see what he sees and know the importance of every nuance on the path to freedom. As his students he calls us to study long, observe carefully and learn to be fully human so that we might serve others in the highest sense.

Having myself studied and performed the basic yoga poses thousands of times over the past 25 years, I still scurried between poses to cryptically jot down each renewed or deeper insight, refusing complacency and thirsting for the larger vision of yoga, for the truth of being. I have never been disappointed by Mr. Iyengar, but rather awed by his simple yet profound teachings, his keen observations, and his deep sense of compassion and wisdom. I am still puzzling over his comment that we either breathe and draw oxygen from our brain or breathe and draw oxygen from our lungs.

Mr. Iyengar is no doubt a living master who has reached out and touched so many, often giving them back their lives after illnesses and injury. For those of us who have seen him in action he has awakened in us a d