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