The gift of Freedom...

"To repeat Your name is to string pearls together.

The pleasure in your manifested form is always new.

I have ceased to desire the unembodied God.

Your worshippers do not seek liberation.

With You, it is still possible to give and to receive.

What use is the place where a dish sat when it is taken away?

Tuka says, 'Give me the gift of freedom from fear.

After all, O Lord who pervades the world, I have given the world You."


Tukaram
Abhangs
Abhangs (A Short Collection) Poem by Sant Tukaram - Poem Hunter