When a mind recognizes love before it, it holds nothing back. The costly ointment is everything the self has valued and hoarded, now poured out at once because in the presence of the holy, keeping and measuring become impossible. To anoint the feet and dry them with her own hair is to lay the whole of oneself, even one's pride, at the service of what is finally seen as worthy.
And the giving does not stay contained. The fragrance filling the house is what happens within the mind when love is honored without reserve, a sweetness that spreads through every thought and cannot be kept to one corner. What the mind pours out in devotion returns to it as an atmosphere of peace it did not have to manufacture.
Ointment of spikenard: all the mind has treasured and held back, poured out completely once love is recognized as worth everything
Feet: the humblest point of meeting, where the devoted mind kneels and lays its whole self down
Hair: the self's own pride and covering, given freely in service rather than guarded
The house: the inner dwelling of the mind, wholly filled with the sweetness that follows a wholehearted giving