As a plunger in a syringe, God dwells in the body. He is in the body, and yet apart from it.
As fishes playing in a pond covered over with reeds cannot be seen from outside, so God plays in the heart invisibly, hidden from human view by Maya.
Notes:
I have joined together two sayings.
Maya is "illusion," the illusion that prevents us from seeing the reality of things.
This reminds me of Blake's famous saying:
"If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern."
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