Between the tree and the nuthatch
there is no illusion,
no disagreement.


Between the clouds and us
there is the distance they prefer.
Between the wind and us
there is none.


Between you and the stranger
the air is a channel electrically charged,
anticipating lightning.


Between evil and sorrow
there is only the slightest shade,
differently aimed and armed.


Between truth and knowledge
there is a vast space, and often years.


Between mercy and the need for mercy
there is no daylight,
no gap, nothing.

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

January 21, 2020

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