(Intro – almost whispered)
Am I open—
open without conditions,
or open only
to getting what I want?
I don’t always know the answer.
(Verse 1)
Knowing would require
a level of self-awareness
I’m not sure
I consistently inhabit.
But nothing is actually lacking.
There is only
what has not yet been uncovered.
The unfolding is already whole,
even as it reveals itself slowly.
(Loop / Refrain – very simple, repeatable)
Already whole.
Already whole.
(Verse 2)
I wonder sometimes
if I’m meant to uncover it,
or simply wait
as it unfolds.
What I’m learning
is that I don’t direct the process—
I witness it.
It moves through me,
loosening what I’ve been gripping,
pulling free what I thought was fixed,
ungluing me from the tracks
I believed I had to follow.
(Loop – returns, slightly expanded)
I don’t direct it.
I witness it.
(Verse 3)
And my senses—
my felt sense,
my inner knowing—
become the only guidepost
that matters.
I worry sometimes
they’ll lead me astray.
But there is only truth
and resistance to truth.
Nothing else.
(Drop - sparse, somatic)
Only truth.
Only truth.
And resistance to truth.
(Verse 4)
When I am open,
the way is not confusing.
It has a quiet clarity—
a sense of flow
The invitation is not
to search for certainty,
but to have reverence
for what is already
moving through me.
(Bridge – spoken-sung, intimate)
What did we come here with, really,
but open hands
and a soft heart?
Finding the way home
is not something I solve.
It’s something I live.
I lead by walking.
(Outro – gentle resolve, loopable)
I stop looking back.
There is nothing for me in the dark.
Nothing I’ve forgotten behind me.
Everything I need
is already illuminated.
So I continue—
step by step—
believing in the truth
that is revealing itself
as I move.
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