Open Hands - shortened

(Intro )
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.

(Refrain / loop – 20–30 sec, very minimal)
Nothing is missing.
Nothing is missing.

(Verse 2)
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.

When I wait with openness,
I have to accept this:
I will be uprooted.
Unearthed.

(Drop / mantra – beat comes in)
I don’t direct it.
I witness it.

(Verse 3)
There isn’t one path.
There are many.
They sprawl outward
in every direction.

And my senses—
my felt sense,
my inner knowing—
become the only guidepost
that matters.

There is only truth
and resistance to truth.
Nothing else.

(Refrain – return, softer)
Only truth.
Only truth.

(Bridge – intimate, grounding)
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 – loopable, fade-ready)
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.

Downtempo chillwave track with dreamy, ethereal female vocals. Atmospheric, warm synth pads, drop beats, upbeat, spirit