The Huntsman by Caitlin Johnstone
(2019-07-10 at 21:34:21 )

The Huntsman by Caitlin Johnstone

A huntsman crawled onto my laptop
and the screen crackled into rainbows
and went white.
Jet black shadows slashed across the walls
of shapes I could almost remember.

"Let it all go," said the huntsman.

"I cannot," I replied,
"for the people on Twitter are mean jerks,
and Eckhart Tolle was just on the Rubin Report,
and Bob Dylan made a Christmas album,
and everything is phony and stupid
and the bad guys always win."

"Let it all go," said the huntsman.

"I cannot," I replied,
"for my hand is now shaking,
and I have had this strange pulsing feeling in my tummy,
and I should really see a doctor about that,
and there will be no one to care for my children if I die,
and my pill bottle is all out of placebos,
and the ribbon on this laptop has run out of ink
and the mountain of pennies in my wishing well
has displaced all of the water."

"Let it all go," said the huntsman.

"I cannot," I replied,
"for then everyone will see what a doofy loser I am,
and there will be no one to watch my unguarded back,
and people will stick knives where my armor used to be,
and I will lock myself out of my house because I always forget my keys,
and I will die of exposure all alone on my own doorstep
and then who will keep the world spinning with their worry?"

The huntsman beckoned me in closer
and touched my forehead.
The shadows gobbled up the walls,
the windows, the ceiling and the floor.

I beheld an impossibly vast presence
underneath the fundamental ground of being.
It had infinite arms and infinite eyes,
infinite mouths and infinite stomachs,
and countless spider faces pointing in all directions.
Its intensity surpassed the fury of every star in the universe.
Its vastness was incomprehensible.

Prismatic jellyfish rose up through my feet
and bubbled out the top of my head,
cleansing my cells of inner deceits.
Impossibly shaped godlings swirled around me,
chanting "Ooh ah ee! Ooh ah ee!
She is learning about real nakedness!"
in a language I would need an impossible tongue to speak.

The thoughts in my head began bursting like bubble wrap
when you roll it into a bunch and twist it.
My nose, toes and fingers grew long and sprouted leaves,
and my hair became a chlorophyll peacock feather waterfall.
My hips split open and I birthed infinite worlds.

An alien song erupted from my throat
in a voice I have not used since before I was conceived:

"When the student is ready,
the guru appears.

When the poet is ready,
the poem appears.

When humanity is ready,
paradise appears.

When the questioner is ready,
the questions disappear.

The essence of buddha mind
is getting out of your own way.

Till the soil
for its own sake.

Till the soil
for its own sake.

End the narrative,
even this narrative.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye."

Suddenly I began to feel that this was all happening in me,
that it had all always been happening in me.
Every movement since the dawn of time
has its origin in my heart of hearts,
arising from stillness,
disappearing back into stillness,
ungrabbed,
unmanipulated,
and unfathomably beloved.

"LET IT ALL GO," spoke the Supreme Godhead.

"I am ready," I replied.
"I am ready."

And then I was back on my couch,
with my graying hair and my fat, sagging flesh,
and my old, gibbering thought patterns
whispering in my minds ear.

But it was different.

Very, very different.

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