Tukaram, Poem 1403

Preaching is a confluence of three rivers, God, His worshippers and his name; let us honour the dust on the soles of those that attend it. All holy places come to that spot to be purified. There is a holy season beneath the feet of the saints there. Incomparable is this glory; no equal can be found for it; Brahma, says Tuka, cannot describe this bliss.