O son of Kunti, the contacts of the senses with their objects give rise to cold and heat, pleasure and pain. They come and go; they are impermanent. Bear with them, O Bharata.

A person who stays in the society just as the lotus does in water, is the real saint. Just as the lotus remains above water, uninfluenced by water even though it stands in it, a saint remains unattached even while he performs all his worldly duties; his real attachment is with God.

Every person who has transcended the body and is completely detached from themselves hears a voice in their heart saying, 'I am God.'

The person who lives in God's love must be detached from themselves and all created things, and consider themselves just one among millions.