In plain words
In just the same way, divinity is shining all over the world, all of it. He does not recognise the sweet Śānti; the reason? He has covered himself with attachment to the body. A small example of this. Set a lamp. Set this lamp down and put over it, as a lid, a pot with ten holes. The lamp is only one, but because there are ten holes its light looks like ten flames. Cover the pot with a thick towel. No flame is seen. We think there is no flame. But there are no ten flames either. Break that pot. One single flame. In just the same way there is only one flame, the feeling of the one Ātma. We have covered it with a pot, this body, which has ten holes. We think of this body as a leather bag. We think of it as a pot. In however many ways you clean it with soap, however much soap, and however many kinds of powder and perfume you sprinkle on it,
It is only a leather bag with nine holes, not a diamond pot that gives off light; moment by moment only filth oozes from it; civet and musk will never come from it.
Is this what we are, is this God, is this the Ātma, is this I? No, no. All this is covered over by desires that belong to Prakṛti. So first of all take off the thick towel called tamoguṇa. Second, smash this pot called rajoguṇa. Then difference goes, and oneness comes to us. ‘Sat is one; the wise speak of it in many ways.’ The Ātma is one alone: on one side rajoguṇa. On the other side tamoguṇa. Covering ourselves with both, we go: ‘Where is the flame, which is the flame, where? Where is the flame?’ we keep wondering. So
Without giving up the tāmasa, the tattva cannot be seen; without giving up the rājasa, Bhakti does not come; the sāttvika alone becomes the means to Bhakti: this is a word that tells what is.