The Pleasure of Healing

There comes a point

in the healing journey

where you stop chasing the orgasmic highs of revelation

and the carbonated pressure releases of aha moments.

You stop withdrawing immediately when the pain crashes you down.

Instead, you choose to push through the ebbs of dull, refractory pleasure

and the pricks of pain in a steady, rhythmic fashion—

to the point where it becomes a synthesized soundtrack to a deeper goal,

growing louder and yet more ambient,

stronger and yet fleetingly fragile.

Playing this symphony of meditation,

you unleash a flood of catharsis, trauma, exhilaration, exaltation—

from a depth so far within, you can only give birth to yourself.

And then you savor.

You breathe.

You gather composure.

You walk it all off with ease, as if it were nothing,

as if it were light work.

But oh, how it is everything.

It is lightwork.