Naught Is All

Today I learned that all is naught, and naught is all.. I have been seeking, unconsciously, unaware, Only to learn that all that I ever wanted to be was a seeker, Out ward lies but a pale reflection of the magnificent kingdoms that reside within, And here I was seeking scraps amongst the ruins that the fake outside threw at me, While the bounty lies untouched, getting duskier, murkier, and fading to be lost forever, without a trace, With millions of padlocks of ignorant births vying to seal it shut, before my very eyes while I watched impassively mesmerized by the play, how miserably blind have I been and how deaf, To the truth hidden in plain sight, and the song of truth hidden in the silence. How badly I have missed the pacific embrace of my maker, the liberating, exhilarating, peaceful. Yes I have always had a feeling of being watched by a million eyes, which is spied through the corners of my own, and heard hushed muffled cries felt warm tears being shed every time I fell. How many bewildering disguises exclusively designed to fool me? What a fool I have been to think I was a nobody, when there is somebody as badly in need of me, as badly as I am in need of he. He who cast me out of my perfectitude, into the microcosm of infinitesimallity . Only to quietly but surely blow me back the way from whence I came, Like a dry leaf moves so mildly in a breeze as though on its own accord. His disguises fast wear thin as I see him in all, I shall catch him soon.. For him, I have long sought, he who taught me, Naught is all and all is naught.