The door to the heart opens on the realization that the ground of our being, the essence of who we are, is formless. All else is congealed energy. “Our bodies are like prisons,” said Einstein, “and I look forward to be free, but I don’t speculate on what will happen to me. I live here now, and my responsibility is in this world now.”
Freedom is not the freedom to do what I want; it’s the freedom to do what I must.
The late great jazz drummer Jerry Granelli called it “nowness.” It’s when our experience of the present moment deepens to the point where the twinned impediments of past and future cease to matter.
I cannot say that I have been improved or elevated by virtue of believing something. Where, then, is the necessity for belief? From the outside, belief appears as a kind of pseudo-knowing, a mind-made obstacle to knowing.
Let’s say that the goal is vulnerability, the living of a free and undefended life. This is simply not possible if we’re full of fear. Freedom begins with the recognition that there are no degrees of fear. Fear of anything is fear of everything.