I was sleeping when Namdeo and Vitthal Stepped into my dream.
'Your job is to make poems. Stop wasting time,' Namdeo said.
Vitthal gave me the measure and gently aroused me from a dream inside a dream.
Namdeo vowed to write one billion poems.
Smaller than the smallest atom,
All embracing as the heavens,
Tuka views the world objective -
Thou art more kind than mother dear,
More soothing than the rays of moon
Thy love an ever flowing tide,
None see me off. Let those go home who will
Receive this blessing from a loosing heart
Let righteous deed secure you all good weal
All men to me are god-like Gods!
My eyes no longer see
vice or fault.
Can water drink itself?
Can a tree taste its own fruit?
The worshiper of God must
remain distinct from Him.
All blest are they whose heart with pity grows.
Who left Vaikuntha.their home,to serve mankind;
Who slight their person's needs ( it is not myth)
If you treat the opposite sex with reverence
will you pay a price?
If you stop your fault-finding and covetous ways
I could not lie anymore so I started to call my dog 'God.'
First he looked confused,