He dwells not for one moment in Vaikuntha, nor in the threefold distinction; he goes running to the place where the saints are crowded together.
O mother, Thou valuest the pious and simple; he whom He loves is he who recites his name. He in whose belly are the fourteen worlds, he dwells in his worshippers’ throats, he exchanges spirit and love with them.
Though He is not to be found by contemplation, says Tuka, nor in the Vedas and Puranas, yet His debt to his worshippers is such that when they sing His praises, he dances before them.
O mother, Thou valuest the pious and simple; he whom He loves is he who recites his name. He in whose belly are the fourteen worlds, he dwells in his worshippers’ throats, he exchanges spirit and love with them.
Though He is not to be found by contemplation, says Tuka, nor in the Vedas and Puranas, yet His debt to his worshippers is such that when they sing His praises, he dances before them.