Tukaram, Poem 3117

Wherever I look, there I see God—give me some such faith as this! I have grown attached to one spot; I am full of ideas about qualities good and bad. Wherever my head lies, let it lie at Thy feet; do Thou bring it to pass that my life may not be wasted. Tuka says, Sweep away all that keeps me from Thee; take up thy dwelling-place at my feet.