The first Word, says the Lord Who uttered it,
was a question, a whim that begged an answer –
Who am I? What a curve ball! A monkey wrench
bit of mischief from the One
Who knows everything – to ask a question!
The ensuing uproar, the stuttering reply
has meant the coming into existence
of time, space, separation and shadow,
all the great stirrings, all manner of illusion,
this marvelously intricate milieu and melee –
existence (we are told) on the way to non-existence
and then to wide-awake existence eternal.
O child of God, what else to do but clench tightly
His damaan and tag along for the ride!