The Saint becomes so unified with God, that it is impossible to distinguish between God and Saint. Embrace meets embrace. Body is unified with body. Words mix with words. Eyes meet with eyes. I have girded up my loins, and found a way to cross the ocean of life. Come here, come here, great and small, women and men. Take no thought; have no anxiety. I shall carry all of you to the other shore. A come as the sole bearer of the stamp of God to carry you over with His Name.

(Tukaram)