Tukaram, Poem 238

The high yogis sit contemplative in closed rooms; he comes up behind to protect them; he satisfies their hunger and thirst; he cools them when they are hot; they have learned to disregard the sensations of the body. What society delights them save that of Hari alone? What earthly pleasure or joy affects their souls? They would not choose for an instant the pride of kings. Tuka says, Poison becomes nectar through the gracious favour of Narayana.