Sri Sankara sings of God-intoxication and the bliss of the men that have received
Clad in rags picked from the street,
treading the path beyond good and evil, not caring to earn merit by good and never doing
evil, lost in meditation, the Yogi revels in the Supreme and plays sometimes like a child,
and sometimes behaves like one mad.
A child is innocence itself; it knows no
evil. A mad man cares not for the world. A yogi's heart is a blood of these attitudes. It
is this that Sri Sankara refers to when he says 'like a child, like one mad'.