We derive comfort from all things, our fatigues are all vanished.

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The harvest is ready, it is a time of plenty for us all; let us enjoy for ever the bliss of love. We derive comfort from all things, our fatigues are all vanished. To us all things are one Panduranga ; the world is vanished, with its “I” and “mine”.

Source Tukaram, Poem 2267 · 📖 Read the full passage

✨ To meditate on today

According to Tukaram, the poet-saint of Maharashtra, divine love makes one see in all things a single Panduranga — a name of God worshipped at Pandharpur —: "me" and "mine" fade away, and weariness with them. Today, before a thing or a person you consider "yours", remember that it belongs to one same whole, and taste the lightness this brings you.

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