Tukaram, Poem 2100

Now that we have gotten it, we cannot finish it though we try; we have gained it by giving our life in exchange. We cleared out our merits and demerits, and built a wall to hold it; with earnest efforts we stored up this food. Now heat and cold are as though they were not; everything is one to us, within and without. All is vanished, the seed, the sprout, the foliage, the branches, the fruit, the store of seed and the roots. Tuka says, The various products of the seed will appear and disappear, in the name is abiding sweetness.