Tukaram, Poem 2378

He dwells for all time among the saints; he is condensed into every image. They have driven forth the evil age from them; they have made a home for him in their hearts. They have allowed no thought of “Mine” to linger behind; in such spots it is well to seek for him. Tuka says, A sweet odour cannot be hidden; the place of sandalwood is all redolent of sandal.