Pain Talk

Still in pain and slowly getting worse. My task is not to resist or to panic, but to go with it, disidentify with it, let it be a "taste of purification" that is distinct from suffering. Observe precisely the ebbs and flows without making it a thing or wishing it was something else, wishing I could get out on my bike or or sleep the sleep of a honeymoon beloved. No, the pain is there, and it's calling. It says work. Do the work of letting me be without resisting. I hear you. I turn my attention to sorting the sensations from the prayers for them to end.