There was one old man whose style I will never forget. His right leg had one kind of position, his left leg another, and his shoulder had a completely different position. O God, how did he run? His entire body was twisted in three different places.
RB 542. 11 June 1982↩
From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 10, Agni Press, 1983
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