Tukaram, Poem 3432

Not the space of a seed is empty of Thee in the whole world, so the world assures us. Ascetics, saints, and sages have declared Thou art everywhere. Trusting to this, I sought Thy protection; I am a creature of Thine from ancient times. Thou pervadest all the worlds, and art yet left outside them; there is no place where I cannot find Thee. There is no limit to my nature and therefore I cannot meet my worshippers—is such Thy opinion, and hence thou comest not? O tell us, says Tuka, how to reach Thy feet.