Tukaram, Poem 1669

When a man is engrossed in the voiceless repetition of his God’s names, he knows nothing of the outer world, it needs an effort for him to grow sensible of it. He falls into an ecstasy, and moves his limbs without any sense of the body. If perchance he repeats the words of others, from his lips they are as Vedas; if painful restoratives are applied to him he heeds them not. As he tells of the joys of Brahma, people are amazed; a strange feeling comes over them. Tuka says, The outer world is Vitthala; the mind within is cooled by the nectar of Brahma.