Alex Carabi

Spoken in English. Their words, as they said them.

We don't need much.

Don't need much.

It's all it's all there.

I think it's not nothing when you're sitting in silence. Not nothing. If anything, the opposite.

I'm not sure right now whether I'm whether there's more hiding behind words or hiding behind silence.

I'm not sure it's either. Maybe it's both.

There is the future.

Is it just an empty space or is it calling us forward?

Because we're in this moment now, is that calling us forward? Was that calling me forward to do this before?

Where does this start? And where does this end?

Is the end the start?

Is the end of the magnet is pulling me, pulling us forward.

Referring to the background noise before. Push it away, wanting it to go away.

Somehow creating this safe, pure, empty vacuum.

But what is that?

That's not real.

Why can't I just enjoy, take in, allow that color, the color to be there.

It's like having a a palette of colors to paint and somehow you've forced yourself to or decided for yourself to paint a black and white picture. And yet there's all these beautiful colors. Maybe someone's so beautiful.

Each one is rich, telling, right in its own right.

Just because you once upon a time decided to paint a black and white picture, then all these colors, all these possibilities, all these gifts, all these offerings are ignored, avoided rather than Being weird is secret yet very obvious.

Very much in the like gifts.

I heard someone say a phrase recently.

The phrase was unkinking the hose of love. Unkinking the hose of love.

Comes up because, this little movement sees a little adjustment, changes in relationship, between me and the sound, between me and you, between me and me.

That's flowing, whether that's love or energy, consciousness, whatever it might be, allows it to flow more.

I can see you more. I can feel you more. I can feel me more.

It's like inviting in inviting in bringing into a a hug, an embrace.

Yeah. Bring it close, tight. Instead of doing like this arm's length, pushing away. I think don't get too close.

Don't let me get too close.

Predicted in a vacuum, a pristine, silent, and polished vacuum.

How much of my life I've tried not to be with?

The only real joy comes from wisdom.

The only real anything comes from wisdom.

It's definitely a gift. Definitely. There's some things I could name, some things I have yet to name, but that I'll be taking with me.

How do I define it? The eyes are less stimulated, but but there's more color on the inside.

Yeah. Feeling the pit of fear in your stomach or the sadness in your heart or the fear in your chest and your breath starts slowing.

Rich, rich it is to be provided that that space and it's not an empty space. It's it's something's happening and anything that happens is magnified and built upon.

But, yeah, how rich it is.