The Thing at Hand

Thanks to the bullfrogs and the crickets and the cicadas Thanks to the loons and the songbirds too Thanks to all my music teachers And the beauty they exude They remind me, i don't need to be anything I don't need a look, i don't need a brand They remind me, i don't need to be anything I don't need to know what to say I don't need to know where i stand I just need to show up For the thing at hand Yes, i just need to show up For the thing at hand I'm not black or white or grey I'm not he or she or they I'm not gay or bi or straight I'm just me and maybe That's just another thing to say I just wanna show up For the thing at hand Yeah, i'm just trying to show up For the thing at hand Thanks to the pine trees in the tall breeze Thanks to the ocean Thanks to the heartbeat and the spring leaves Springing into motion Thanks to the big spinning cosmos and it's do-see-do Thanks to the emptiness and the energy That teaches me how to flow I just wanna show up For the thing at hand Yes, i'm just trying to show up For the thing at hand I defy Being defined I am not my body I am not my mind You can point right at me And still, there's nothing there And whatever you call me I don't care