In plain words
Not the body. Oneself is just oneself; it has no form at all. That alone is what is sweet. That sweet principle is what they have called Prema. Within it, in Prema of six kinds, there are these six: śānta bhakti, sakhya bhakti, dāsya bhakti, anurāga bhakti, vātsalya bhakti and madhura bhakti. Of these six, the very last is madhura bhakti. While it drinks in this sweetness, the bee forgets its very own strength. All the children know this too: there is a bee. It bores right through even hard wood and goes in. That is how strong it is. This bee goes inside a flower to drink the honey in it. The petals of that flower are very thin. But by the time evening comes it folds up. Those petals: this bee, which has the strength to bore its way in even through wood so hard, cannot escape from these petals, very thin, soft and easy as they are, and come out; and why? It has forgotten its own strength. That is exactly why it is held captive.
Every man today too is just the same: who is he? I am the embodiment of the Ātma. Why, he is forgetting his own strength! He is forgetting his own true nature. That is exactly why the whole world looks full of sorrow. The whole world, all of it, looks full of unrest. There is no unrest in the world. There is no sorrow in the world; it is all only within you. Only because you forget yourself and think, ‘I am none other than the body’, do you fall prey to these troubles, losses, sorrows and desires, so many kinds of them. You think, ‘I am none other than the body.’ That itself is the great mistake. There is nothing wrong in saying, ‘This is my body.’ But you must never say, ‘I am none other than the body.’ That is utterly contrary. When your eyes are shut, it stays dark even if you put up good bright bulbs. The sun rises, and it shines as well. But if we shut our eyes and look towards the sun, we see no light at all. What is the reason? He has shut his own eyes.