Consider, O man, whether you earn any lasting joy at all from your toil from the time of your waking in the morning to that of going to sleep at night, a toil incessant and limitless, a toil which often does not leave you even a moment’s interval to call to mind the glow and grandeur of God! No wonder that even though God is everywhere, those who have seen Him are few and far between. Govinda, as the proverb goes, belongs to all, but there are hardly any who actually claim Him as their all. There are thousands who extol the beauty and majesty of God in glamorous prose or poetry, but a counted few are the souls that share His grace. For the sweetness of nectar is known only to those who place it on the tongue, and not to those who collect it in cups, caskets or even barrels! There were three Andhra mystics who had nectar on their tongues, so to speak, and so were able to sing of the ecstasy they experienced, the God they realised. They were Potaraju, Goparaju and Tyagaraju (Pothana, Ramadas and Tyagaraja). They were ever aware of the Divine principle, the warp and woof, the cause and effect, the beginning and end of the entire cosmos. They did not deviate even a little from the path of devotion to and absorption in God. They were convinced that they could rely on none other than Him as master or protector.