Truth is in not seeking anything at all

In waters of holy Kumbh or precincts of all virtuous Mecca
Or even in God infested Jerusalem.
The multiplicity of identities, is always our unacknowledged face
The face of one man or even that of multitudinous masses.

If black or white or states of binary is what you seek.
You will find a stream of checkered zeroes and ones,
running like beads until you are done.
So embrace the shades of grey, revel in quasi-truths.

Seek not absolute, seek neither truth nor God,
in wrinkles of what you shall not and shall.
It would peep and shine from the tattered holes of perception.
Truth is in not seeking anything at all.