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.”
A spontaneous act is unexpected, unpredicted, unrehearsed, ungoverned, simple, direct, immediate, natural and now. The more we think, remember and plan, the less spontaneous we are. Jesus was making a point about spontaneity when he said we were to become again as little children.
A quiet mind is not an end in itself. It clears the stage.
We know what a human is but a human being? What does ‘being’ mean? Being-ness happens when we inhabit the now, that split moment between past and future, what Jesus called the fullness of life.
What pleases us is good, what displeases us is bad. This is the province of the personality, aka the little me, the false self. The best is neither good nor bad. It’s now.