Just This, Right Here

Most of your mind is somewhere else right now Replaying yesterday, rehearsing tomorrow's how Meanwhile the tea is getting cold in your actual hand The only place anything has ever really happened

Just this, right here, the weight of the cup The steam on your face, the warmth rising up Just this, right here, nowhere else to be The whole of a life, one honest minute at a time, plainly

You can worry about tomorrow while tomorrow doesn't exist yet And grieve a yesterday that already left, and already set Or you can come back, again and again, to this exact chair This exact breath, this exact light on your hair

Just this, right here, the weight of the cup The steam on your face, the warmth rising up Just this, right here, nowhere else to be The whole of a life, one honest minute at a time, plainly

It takes practice, the mind wanders off like it always will That's not failing, that's just what a mind does, it's fine, be still Notice it wandered, and gently walk it back again To the cup, the chair, the actual room you're sitting in

Just this, right here, the weight of the cup The steam on your face, the warmth rising up Just this, right here, nowhere else to be The whole of a life, one honest minute at a time, plainly

You'll spend decades planning for a future you'll live one day at a time anyway So why not start living today the same careful way The tea will be finished soon enough, the moment always ends Drink it slow, it was always just this, again and again

Just this, right here, the weight of the cup The steam on your face, the warmth rising up Just this, right here, that's the entire address Where your whole actual life has always chosen to live