Do we dare hunt down the storm?

Let me ask you this. Imagine, for a moment, that you are on your death bed. You look back at your life. You look back to now, and the choices before you.

What response do you have?

Do you wonder what might have happened if you had hunted the storm? Is there that feeling of deflated unlived possibility in your breast? Have you lived a safe life where you can die content that you haven't really actually changed much? Do you heave a sigh as you think about what could have been, as you wonder what might have happened?

Or

Do you smile with every cell of your body, feel the joy of the hunt in every cell of your body, an ecstatic tide of knowing what it is to surrender yourself completely to the hunt, and hunting with everything you have to find surrender. Do you know the intensity of being completely with everything that is present, a deep light illuminating every corner of your soul?

But what is hunting and what is resisting? Now that is a deep wisdom to have.

But what is more important is not what you do, not what you hunt, not what you surrender to, but how deeply you surrender to what comes up for you. The hunter seeks experience. The hunter seeks to loose an arrow at the very heart of existence and to eat that heart... or put another way, to become one with the very heart of existence, because of course the only thing the hunter can hunt are disowned aspects of him/herself, until at the last the only thing left for the hunter to hunt is the hunter. Key, is surrendering completely to the journey of the hunt, and to what is hunted: to be eaten when you eat, to be hunted when you hunt.

Nothing is invalid. The path even of no courage, of not hunting the storm, when hunted with every last bit of yourself is just as powerful a hunt as hunting the unknown, for in the end there is only you looking at you, arrow notched, bow bent, asking yourself 'do i have the courage to die?'