Yoga with Lien

05/12/2025

04/12/2025

04/12/2025

According to the World Health Organisation (2024), globally, an estimated 12 billion working days are lost every year due to depression and anxiety, which costs US $1 trillion/ year in lost productivity.

In a survey conducted by Gallup covering over 160 countries and areas worldwide in 2024:

📌 only 34% of global workers say they are thriving in their overall wellbeing. The majority are "struggling" or "suffering" in their lives.
📌 40% of employees experienced stress during the day.
📌 employee engagement at the workplace dropped to 21% , costing the global economy $438 billion in lost productivity.

The wellness of employees is crucial. It is the key to sustainability and success of the organisation.

30/11/2025

Like a flower which blooms in its due time, your being exudes as its reaches the perfection of purity. This perfection, yet, is within yourself. It only needs revealing by removing impure layers through the practice.

16/11/2025

"What is worry?"
"It's the thief that steal today's peace, while pretending to prepare you for tomorrow."

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"Cos'è la preoccupazione?"
"È il ladro che ruba la pace di oggi, mentre finge di prepararti per il domani."

Worry often disguises itself as responsibility.
It whispers that it is protecting you, preparing you, keeping you safe.
But beneath that illusion, it quietly drains your strength long before tomorrow arrives.

It takes the mind away from the present moment, pulling you into imagined futures,
into storms that never come, into fears that fade the moment you stop feeding them.

Peace is always here—
in your breath, in the stillness behind your thoughts, in the space where nothing is demanded of you.

But worry steals that peace, one thought at a time, one “what if” at a time.

Letting go doesn’t mean being careless.
It means trusting that you can meet tomorrow when it comes,
with the clarity and calm that only today can give you.

When you release worry,
you return to yourself—
steady, grounded, and fully alive in the only moment that truly matters: this one... 🌿

06/11/2025

"If I am mindful, concentrated, I'll be full of insight. I can see that the cloud can never die. It can become snow, rain, or ice, but it can never become nothing. So I touch the nature of no birth and no death of the cloud. And if I continue, I can see myself having that nature of no birth and no death. And if I can touch deeply the nature of no birth and no death in me, I'm free from fear, fear of dying, fear of becoming nothing."

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"Ma se sono consapevole, concentrato/a, sarò pieno/a di intuizione. Posso vedere che la nuvola non può mai morire. Può diventare neve, pioggia o ghiaccio, ma non può mai diventare nulla. Quindi tocco la natura di non-nascita e non-morte della nuvola. E se continuo, posso vedere me stesso con quella natura di non-nascita e non-morte. E se riesco a toccare profondamente la natura di non-nascita e non-morte in me, sono libero/a dalla paura, dalla paura di morire, dalla paura di diventare nulla."

27/10/2025

“The pain of life is like this salt — the amount never changes.
But the bitterness you taste depends on the vessel you hold it in.
If your heart is small like this glass, pain will make it bitter.
But if you become vast like the river —the same pain will dissolve in peace.”

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“Il dolore della vita è come questo sale: la sua quantità non cambia mai.
Ma l'amarezza che assapori dipende dal recipiente in cui lo tieni.
Se il tuo cuore è piccolo come questo bicchiere, il dolore lo renderà amaro.
Ma se diventi vasto come il fiume, lo stesso dolore si dissolverà nella pace.”

Why We Feel Hurt ?

One peaceful morning, a saint sat beneath a banyan tree by the river.
His disciples gathered around him, eager to learn.

A young man came forward and asked softly,
“Master, why do good people still get hurt?
Even when they love deeply, they are betrayed.
Even when they speak kindly, they are misunderstood.”

The saint looked at him with kind eyes and said,
“Bring me a glass of water… and a handful of salt.”

The disciple did as told.
The saint dropped the salt into the glass and said,
“Now drink it.”

The disciple took a sip and immediately spat it out.
“It’s too bitter, Master.”

The saint smiled.
“Now take the same salt… and throw it into the river.”

The disciple obeyed.
The saint asked, “Now drink from the river.”

The disciple knelt, drank from the flowing water, and said,
“It tastes pure and refreshing.”

The saint looked into his eyes and said gently,
“The pain of life is like this salt — the amount never changes.
But the bitterness you taste depends on the vessel you hold it in.
If your heart is small like this glass, pain will make it bitter.
But if you become vast like the river —the same pain will dissolve in peace.”

The disciple stood silent, tears forming in his eyes.
He understood that it was never the pain,
but the narrowness of the heart that made it unbearable.

🌻 Takeaway:

Don’t pray for a life without pain.
Pray for a heart wide enough to hold it with peace.
The salt will always be there…but you can always choose to be the river.🌊

23/10/2025

“This leaf will soon fall. It doesn’t resist. The wind will take it somewhere new. Is that chaos or harmony?”

“The river never asks why it bends. The fire doesn’t question why it burns. Everything simply is. When you stop trying to make sense of life, life starts making sense in its own way.”

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"Questa foglia cadrà presto. Non resiste. Il vento la porterà in un posto nuovo. È caos o armonia?"

"Il fiume non si chiede mai perché si piega. Il fuoco non si chiede perché brucia. Tutto semplicemente è. Quando smetti di cercare di dare un senso alla vita, la vita inizia ad avere un senso a modo suo."

"The Paradox of Sense”

Once upon a time in a quiet monastery nestled between mountains, two monks sat beneath a vast blue sky.

The younger monk, burdened by thoughts, sighed and said,
“Nothing makes sense. The world feels upside down — pain follows joy, loss follows love, and peace seems nowhere to be found.”

The elder monk smiled gently, watching the clouds drift by.
“It does, doesn’t it?” he replied.

The young monk frowned. “How can chaos make sense?”

The elder monk picked up a leaf and held it against the sunlight. “This leaf will soon fall. It doesn’t resist. The wind will take it somewhere new. Is that chaos or harmony?”

The younger monk was silent.

The elder continued, “The river never asks why it bends. The fire doesn’t question why it burns. Everything simply is. When you stop trying to make sense of life, life starts making sense in its own way.”

From that day, the young monk stopped wrestling with the world. He learned to sit quietly, breathe, and trust that even when nothing made sense — it still did.

Peace begins when you stop needing everything to make sense.

✨ Takeaway:
When you stop forcing life to fit your understanding, peace quietly enters.
Not everything is meant to be solved — some things are meant to be experienced.
In surrender, even chaos finds its rhythm. 🌿

29/04/2025

'A mind that lives in division cannot love.'

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"Una mente che viva nella divisione non può amare."