Knowing

I am tired.

My words have meaning, they express my thoughts.

Yet when interpreted they convey meaning

relative to your experiences.

My words, but what meaning now?

I am still tired.

Would that communications are telepathic

and words unnecessary;

thoughts are communicated as knowings,

and lying is past.

Now you know I am still tired.

Would that you listen with the clarity of my heart

and know the clarity of my thoughts, my intent.

You would see me, and know me

for who and what I am.

See me as me, instead of as a reflection of you.

Now you know why I am still tired.

Would that I can once again think with the innocence

of knowing that my thoughts are received pure in my meaning.

And you would know how tired and heavy is my heart.

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