Lovers, the followers of the path of love, Bauls, make love their undercurrent. They eat, but they eat with love. The walk, but they walk with love — because the earth is holy ground. They sit under a tree; they sit with love — because the tree is divine. They look at somebody; they look with love — because there also is divinity. Everywhere they see their beloved, in each movement they remember their beloved. It becomes their constant remembrance.
