The Tao of Form Poem

The Tao of Word 3

The mind identifies
with form—

physical,
conceptual—

as if
the boiling universe,

like water in a
forgotten pot,

just disappeared from thought
one day,

but bubbles,
cartoon bubbles still

remained.
Except the trouble is

each bubble,
every bubble bursts,

bequeathing death
to every instant

in the life
of this misguided

mind,
completely unaware

the water in the pot is there.

~Feugill Poirier 2008