Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 1677

We should enquire for him within ourselves,
treating our own individuality as though
it were nothing. All else is cobwebs of words;
individuality is a matter of illusion; the foundation
of words is simple ignorance. What is fruit is
seed, what is seed is fruit; they are two names for
the same thing; the root of both is unchanged. All
dishes of wheat are wheat, says Tuka; “gold” and
“ornament” are meaningless names.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents