(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) Nothing is missing. Nothing is missing. (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. I don’t direct it. I witness it. (Verse 3) When I wait with openness, I have to accept this: I will be uprooted. Unearthed. Moved off the path I thought was mine. There isn’t one path anyway. There are many. They sprawl outward in every direction. (Drop – sparse, somatic) There isn’t one path. There are many. There isn’t one path. (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. (Refrain – calm, grounding) Only truth. Only truth. And resistance to truth. (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. (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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