"How far are you from me, O Fruit?"
"I am hidden in your heart, O Flower."
This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.
"You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side," said the dewdrop to the lake.
The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the sword.
In darkness the One appears as uniform; in the light the One appears as manifold.