Open Hands - shortened

Intro – almost whispered

Am I open—
open without conditions,
or open only
to getting what I want?

I don’t always know the answer.

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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.

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Refrain – simple, repeatable

Already whole.
Already whole.

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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.

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Loop – 

I don’t direct it.
I witness it.

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Verse 4

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.

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Refrain – calm, grounding

Only truth.
Only truth.
And resistance to truth.

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Verse 5

When I am open,
the way is not confusing.
It has a quiet clarity—
a sense of flow
that doesn’t need explanation.

The invitation is not
to search for certainty,
but to have reverence
for what is already
moving through me.

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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.

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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.

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