Tukaram, Poem 813

Through God the whole world is related to us; when a rope is stretched, every fibre of it is tense. The world is not worthless or an object of scorn; see how each life is blended with the life of all. The joy and grief of others penetrate us, and ours them, by the same rule. Tuka says, When this pure principle dwells within the heart, the outward man is radiant with light.