The Hamlet Project

Everyone wants to know a secret.
I have discovered that if I want a group of people to be quiet,
I simply make the sound of a whisper
Or lean over to someone and make the whisp whisp sound of secrets passing.
I want to know the secret
That no one seems to know the answer to.
The Way, I guess.
And the Way cannot be known.
That’s what all the old teachings say
Or at least all the ones
That seem to understand something.
Something like how a breeze can carry a smell
Or a memory
Or both.