Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 1683

As water vanishes into space, so all things are
absorbed by one. What jostling of things
can there be now? Its own waves have merged
into itself. What can be poured into it? It shuts
itself up within itself. Tuka says, An age of the

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