This poem by the 17th C. CE Maharashtran poet Tukaram turns around the form of Panduranga, also known as Vithoba, an image of Krishna usually portrayed as a dark-skinned youth standing arms akimbo on a brick. For more about Tukaram, see this post and this one.
This heart of mine is determined that for me now
there is nothing else;
I meditate on Panduranga,
I think of Panduranga,
I see Panduranga
whether awake or dreaming.
All the organs are so attuned that I have no other desire left.
Tuka says: My eyes have recognized that image
standing on that brick transfixed in meditation unmoved by anything.
Translation by Mahatma Gandhi