Tukaram, Poem 2790

There is no place in me now for sin or merit, for anxiety about loss or gain; living, I am dead; ‘My Own’ and ‘Other’s’ have vanished; the root of worldly cares is cut through. Rank, race, colour, creed and caste; all are gone; there is room no more for truth or falsehood. Life among men, life in the forest, the active life, the inactive, they are the same with me; I cannot find any difference between one thing and another. Tuka says, When I offered my body to Vitthoba, I did all that was needed to worship him.