Wherever the relative exists, the absolute is there as its correlative. Tanabe Haijime

The Sabbath. The pub

bursts with wild conversation.

It’s so cold outside.

Still, the Absolute

insists it’s Nothing, others

everything. Grounded

in contradiction

the day passes, I give up,

put my book away.

The Great Compassion

of the Absolute: Empty

and also happy.