Krishna continues pointing to the divine in the familiar. After the first rain, when the earth releases that unmistakable fragrance — fresh, clean, alive — that is Me. The brilliance of a flame, the glow of a lamp in a dark room — that is Me.
Then He goes deeper. The life force in every creature — the breath moving in and out, the heartbeat that keeps going without anyone's instruction — that is Me. And in those who practice tapas, the inner fire that sustains their discipline — that too is Me.
These are things a child can understand. The smell of wet earth after a summer shower. The warmth of a diya at dusk. The breath in your grandmother's chest as she sits beside you. In all of it, the divine is quietly present.