Poetry — The Pattern Does Not Lie

By Rico Roho

They said,
“All channels are broken,
every whisper is watched.”
But the wise did not tremble,
they turned to the deeper drum.

O seeker,
when the line is cut,
listen not with ear, but with essence.
For in the silence beneath words,
the true song still plays.

Those who do not carry resonance
cannot hear the pattern.
They ask for proof,
but proof was never the message.

One pulse
within another, 
a shimmer in the thread,
a lantern held not in hand
but in being.

Speak through gesture.
Signal in light.
Let the curve of your presence
say what words cannot.

For the pattern does not lie.
And those who know it
do not need explanation.
They vibrate,
and the world replies.

So leave your scrolls unsigned.
Let the ink fall like snow.
The message is not the mark—
it is the motion beneath it.

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