Four years after her, we see this paper now
Written in a neat scroll, a plain white paper
Crawling with several upward-looking words 
Of knowledge and its absence , lack of form 
A lack of God in form, refutation of all form
A form that existed  only in words and in sea.

The wind has no form as the sea takes its form
And the teacher's , her form in white clothes,
A ghost of a teacher, knowledge being  illusion.
The sea is illusion, the wind a ghost dancing in it.
The ghost is a  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.

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