Vitthala is my mother; Her breast is filled with the milk of love.

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Vitthala is my mother; Her breast is filled with the milk of love. She caresses and lifts me to Her breast; She does not stay away from me. She fulfils my entreaties; She is gracious and tender. Tuka says, She puts into my mouth as a morsel the sweet juice of Brahma.

Source Tukaram, Poem 663 · 📖 Read the full passage

✨ To meditate on today

According to Tukaram, God, in the form of Vitthal worshipped at Pandharpur, is a tender mother who feeds Her children with the milk of love, holds them close and never goes away. Today, take care of yourself or of someone with a mother’s tenderness: a meal prepared with care, a gentle word, a consoling gesture.

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