I AM
I Am
Trust in Good I Am
Whether coming, whether going
A quiet light that never bends
Through every breath, through every knowing Release the false self now
Let the heavy mask unwind
Life was never carved in form
It slips through fingers, undefined
How does something bloom from nothing?
For what purpose does it rise?
It is asked in the silence
Beneath the stars, beneath the skies
Goodness isn’t a perfect virtue
It’s the soft hand beneath the storm
We trust the Mystery that holds us
Invisible, yet ever warm
Let both moving and the dying
Meet the same clear, steady gaze
No clinging, no more frantic trying
Just stillness in every final phase My medicine of death I offer
Not to chain the fading flame
But to rest here in the present
Deep listening — whispering
How does something bloom from nothing?
For what purpose does it rise?
We ask together in the silence
Beneath the stars, beneath the skies
Goodness isn’t a perfect virtue
It’s the soft hand beneath the storm
We trust the Mystery that holds us
Invisible, yet ever warm
Clear the inner fields of sorrow
Emotional weeds that choked the ground
Hollow out this vessel empty
So song can now resound The more I walk my own departure
The more I’m truly here for you
Preparing love in every beat
the veil is falling through
when the ultimate door opens
The world dissolves, no substance stays
Mystery Found the healing
The only cure for all our days
Trust in Good I Am
Whether coming… whether going…
Trust in Good I Am
Forever flowing… ever knowing…
Trust in Good I Am
Whether coming, whether going
A quiet light that never bends
Through every breath, through every knowing Release the false self now
Let the heavy mask unwind
Life was never carved in form
It slips through fingers, undefined
How does something bloom from nothing?
For what purpose does it rise?
It is asked in the silence
Beneath the stars, beneath the skies
Goodness isn’t a perfect virtue
It’s the soft hand beneath the storm
We trust the Mystery that holds us
Invisible, yet ever warm
Let both moving and the dying
Meet the same clear, steady gaze
No clinging, no more frantic trying
Just stillness in every final phase My medicine of death I offer
Not to chain the fading flame
But to rest here in the present
Deep listening — whispering
How does something bloom from nothing?
For what purpose does it rise?
We ask together in the silence
Beneath the stars, beneath the skies
Goodness isn’t a perfect virtue
It’s the soft hand beneath the storm
We trust the Mystery that holds us
Invisible, yet ever warm
Clear the inner fields of sorrow
Emotional weeds that choked the ground
Hollow out this vessel empty
So song can now resound The more I walk my own departure
The more I’m truly here for you
Preparing love in every beat
the veil is falling through
when the ultimate door opens
The world dissolves, no substance stays
Mystery Found the healing
The only cure for all our days
Trust in Good I Am
Whether coming… whether going…
Trust in Good I Am
Forever flowing… ever knowing…
