Once upon a time, Buddha was walking along the riverside with nine of his monk disciples. In his quiet and graceful manner, the sage was talking to Ananda about mindfulness when suddenly almost all the monks stopped and looked the other way, across the river, in great awe. There it was, a yogi crossing the river from the other side and coming towards theirs. Ordinarily, this would not have been a distracting sight. Especially, considering that Buddha was delivering a sermon on mindfulness. This yogi, however, was not crossing the river in a boat, he wasn’t even swimming across, he ...