Tukaram, Poem 1108

There is a pleasure, the very essence of pleasure, standing in the courtyard of Vishnu’s worshippers; there stands the altar of the tulsi plant; the enclosure is washed with cowdung, and painted and hung with garlands; he looks on the ceremonies, and dances. He wears his jewels unchanging, his sacred emblems, and garlands of tulsi about his neck. His name is a stream of nectar in the mouth; the dust of his feet sanctifies the head. Tuka says, Liberation never enters the worshipper’s mind, for it seeks to take hold of him.