Tukaram, Poem 454

Annihilate this separation, the fruit of learning, between us; for it has murdered me. When our food digests, we profit by it; if we vomit it up and waste it, our body is distressed. A man’s riches are well used, if he enjoys them, if they mingle their powers with the vital functions. Tuka says, Save me, O Vitthala, I am better off as an ignorant servant.