The unconditional activity of the divine is conditioned relative to the world as the creation of the unconditioned activity. God and the Between, 257

poverty at home war abroad__I watch the cormorant’s wake
an egret lands in the sparkle__bombs explode for terror’s sake

autumn light films the pond__a great blue stands tall
on one leg above its reflection__the news it seems is all

bad but for now no now__creation is relative
spartina sinks at high tide__no-mind present and active

God and world are two but not a dualistic dyad, and not moments of the One at home with itself. G&B 255

I walk to perfect desire__goldenrod stains the air

grasses bend seed-silvered__the emptiness of prayer

egrets hunchbacked in the wind__a bright spot and a gash

of bleak black bill__peace intense as a crash

the silence holds withholds__beholds some would say

the pond all bottom__meanders glitter away

What is it to ‘make way’? It is a surprising creativity that is not actually subordinating of anything. God and the Between, 255

rainbow runoff at high tide__cricket-keen September noon

the mirror clearing and clearing__dragons may surface soon

sun hot on my straw hat__not much between me and heaven

higher and lighter than light__two egrets with strokes uneven

rise away out of sight__I study being over

the top wild laughter__ducks no longer undercover

Creating is sheer giving to be. G&B 253

mudflats puddles meanders__low light from high clouds

an egret struts and swivels__lifts away into the gauze

Li Po’s hat windborne__I watch it sway in the wind

and light and disappear__something sheer had opened