Nothingness...

The clothing of nothingness,
Is so fascinating,
It sways drifters and settlers alike.
The seeker learns
The illiterate shepherd resting under a tree is enlightened,
For his eyes see randomness in nature,
As an act of God,
The shade from the tree and the cacophony in nature
Is his place of glory,
His hunger only tends to his sheep,
In his simplicity he is blissful,
At peace,
The rare bird one whispers about,
Sits on a poor man’s shoulder,
And he thinks nothing of it.