Tukaram, Poem 1691

I am much afraid of learning; may it never trouble me, O Narayana. I will drink the milk of love, wisely choosing the joy of devotion. There is nothing in the three worlds like it, the curds and rice which You give are beyond the reach of Brahma. The company of the saints for half the twinkling of an eye is a dwelling in Vaikuntha to the end of time. There are homes for the liberated soul, but the peace they give is a poor thing; Tuka says, Grant me this that “I” and “Thou” may never pass away; I delight not in that loss of difference whereof I spoke.