Tukaram, Poem 3431

I teach others to understand the words I learned myself; the mirrored image of a treasure is useless to others than the owner. How can I make real experience my own? This problem stands before me. I sing, I dance, I go through the postures prescribed for the body; but it is you who must give me the secret of the skill which leads to attainment. Tuka says, I cannot bear the delay you have made; if you will give it me, I am fully prepared for it.