I know no deceit or trickery to delude people. I simply perform your kirtan and sing your excellent qualities. I cannot display herbs or roots or perform sudden miracles. I have no lineage of disciples; I speak freely to all who come. I am not the head of any monastery, nor do I live on the offerings of followers. I have not set up a shop of worship or a deity to collect revenue. I have no spirit or demon at my command to reveal secrets. I am not a professional reciter who says one thing and does another. I do not know the pot-and-cloth arguments that make a pedantic scholar into a pauper. I do not go about beating drums with crowds shouting praises. I do not turn a rosary surrounded by a throng of idle followers. I know nothing of tantric tricks, of binding, enchanting, or banishing. Says Tuka, I am none of these; I am just a hell-dwelling madman.