Unseen Form

If I were a speck of dust
That could experience the world —
And my own being —
Just as I do
As a human body —

Would I call myself
A sentient being

What would then be
My birth
Or death —
As a speck of dust

Is birth anything
But form seen —

And death, but
Unseen form

And what can be
Must be
Unseen form —
But dimensionless
Without form

Must then not
The form seen
Be but
The dimensionless
Without form