In the womb of devotion lie mines of jewels: all treasures, the very store of Brahman. Like children following their mother, Hari draws all beings along on a single thread. Whatever is asked before the King is never refused. By the power of service, the master himself becomes the servant and withholds nothing of his own. The middle station abides between beginning and end; from the high seat, all appears to radiate outward. Says Tuka, lifted at once into devotion, becoming one with the One, he has made everything in the world into God.