(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.
(Loop)
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)
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)
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)
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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