The Small Backward Step

Stepping back, I see the body in all its animal certainty, it’s imperative command. Biological, dirty, gorgeous. Fears and longing surging, coursing through electrons.

Stepping back, there is the mind in fluid rush, cutting new banks, plummeting from heights, leaping to conclusions. Prodding the body through survival.

Stepping back, consciousness rests, seeing all. Unjudging, edgeless, aware.

Stepping back, 

Only stillness.