A baby's first kōan

A media poem

Meditating, a wet-diapered babe sits 
     within a bamboo grove of shins.
Catatonically still, 
     a single drop of drool drips down 
     from her giant head —
Eyes gazing slightly forward.

Her t-rex arms rest on her 
     itty-bitty-buddha-belly.
Hands in cosmic mudra,
     she holds an 
     enlightening device —
An entire universe dazzling
     with light and sound!

A kōan drifts through her mind —

Ten fingers we have, 
     but only one is needed to open 
     the gate to emptiness.

Realizing nirvana, 
     she releases the gate.
She is in cosmic unity, 
     free from all burden,
overflowing with love 
     she cries out softly
     to her standing ancestors.
Misunderstanding her cry, 
     they gently return the device 
     to her outstretched hands.