Tukaram, Poem 2237

If a man is conformed to the nature of God, so are his actions; his actions are free from the thought of self, they pass away from him as they take place. Wherever a crystal is placed, it assumes the colour of its background, it contracts no influence, its lustre is clear. We may flatter an infant by imagining it talks and thinks, but the mother is the source of all that seems to confirm it. Tuka says, I bow to him who knows all, I fall at his feet from hour to hour.