Form

Four years after her, we see this paper now
Written in a neat scroll, a plain white paper

Crawling withmany upward-looking words
Of knowledge and its absence , lack of form

A lack of God in form, a refutation of form
A form that existed only in words and a sea.

The wind has no form as sea takes its form
And the teacher’s , a form in white clothes,

A ghost of teacher, knowledge is an illusion.
The sea is illusion, the wind a ghost dancing

The ghost is the flatness of form felt in form.
The teacher is now a ghost riding the waves.

The disciple is loss of form changed into fire.
The paper is ant- hole crawling with words

About lack of matter in matter,about absence
And the temporariness of every single form.