Early one morning in a quiet place,
God beheld the babe’s smiling face.
So enchanted was God by the smile,
God paused and tarried there a while.
Within the smile God basks
And bababeling asks,
“Just who are you?”
“Not one, not two,”
Bababbling the babe replies.
“Are you girl, are you boy?”
“I am both, I am joy.”
“Who’s more happy, you or I?”
“The wind says me, you, the sky.”
“If your smile I fathom full, what deep-down will I find?”
“The all-encompassing, nothing-lacking, Buddha mind.”
Bay bee bye beau boo . . . In the beginning was the vowel.
—A Ba-Ba-Babble-ing . . .