"Esoteric Messages"

In essence, if there is nothing to say,

One should not speak at all.

Or else listen to the still in seclusion,

Bouncing off the wall.

Echoes of past and present ideas, images, flashes of being, reverberate down the hall.

Much can be learned from nothing said,

A truth amidst a quiet lie,

Is nothing short of annoyance,

If  projected against the sky.

A friend is even sometimes foe when all that remains is the warriour's cry.

A lesson the the airy breath,

A moral from the slightest whim,

Of life, of decline, and even death,

Can all be found from the voice within.

Flamboyance in nature can be discretely mundane if wearing invisible skin.

The best conversations are held in the air,

Lips sealed through distance and time,

But through the blur of noise we swim,

Listening for inaudible rhymes.

The answers in the midst of riddles, become the rarest finds.