12.1 “Bring me a fruit from the nyagrodha tree.” “Here it is, sir.” “Break it. What do you see?” “These seeds, Father, all exceedingly small.” “Break one. What do you see?” “Nothing at all.” 12.2 “That hidden essence you do not see, dear one, From that a whole nyagrodha tree will grow. 12.3 There is nothing that does not come from him. Of everything he is the inmost Self. He is the truth; he is the Self supreme. You are that, Shvetaketu; you are that.”
