Being understood forgoes everything now. Declining to take, going without, clearly being present here.
As a small child I seemed to be this, then an I was learnt, more seemed to accumulate, stories were told, how to fit in, beliefs were recommended, spirit was somehow in waiting, only watching. Years past and still clearness appeared frequently here and again in a thing taught to think different to itself, still being prevails all changes.
The changing mind well schooled in pretending grew unaccustomed to the natural openness it clouds until a clear voice pointed the very confused mind away from learning how to be, which left what is always plainly here. Things are fine now.