Verse 1
I was looking for a better me,
Chasing calm and clarity,
Every thought said “not enough,”
Every step was future stuff.
Then I heard a quieter call,
Nothing special after all—
Just this breath, this sound, this weight,
Nothing early, nothing late.
Chorus
Just what’s here, not what I say,
Not the story on the way,
Not the meaning, not the fear,
Just what’s happening right here.
No one driving, no one steering,
Only this appearing, clearing—
Drop the chase, the goal, the kit,
This is it… just this is it.
Verse 2
Pain can knock, that’s how it goes,
But suffering’s the added prose,
All the “shoulds” and “why is me,”
All the fights with what I see.
When the grip begins to fade,
Nothing needs to be remade—
Feel the heat, the pull, the sound,
Feet on floor, body on ground.
Chorus
Just what’s here, not what it means,
Not the movie in between,
Not the past, not what’s next,
Just sensation, raw and direct.
No control to claim or miss,
Only noticing like this—
Let the narrator take a seat,
This is it… just what’s here is it.
Bridge
Seeking scratches like a bite,
Keeps it itching through the night,
When the scratchin’ finally ends,
Seeing starts without a plan.
Nothing won, nothing lost,
No enlightenment to cost—
Only what was always near,
Showing up as now, as here.
Final Chorus
Just what’s here, clean and plain,
Not a self to entertain,
No arrival, no retreat,
Only happening complete.
Curious, kind, legitimate—
No one left to make it fit,
Drop the search, don’t improve it,
This is it… and you can prove it.
Outro
Not fixed.
Not found.
Just noticed.
