Adam Caraco

On a very physical level there is solidity, As we look deeper, we see that there is no solidity.

On  a subtle level all of life is exchanging energy. The table is not solid. The table is breathing. the wood is subtly exchanges energy very slowly.

The table has particles passing through it. As there are forms of matter that move through the table in many directions. These small figments of matter…

via Restless Wandering

The restless wanderer. It seems to me that there is a pursuit. Always. Each moment of our lives there’s a shadow in the back of the room looming. And that shadow is persistent and unlike most shadows is not effected by you so much as you are of it. Because it is a shadow of the mind. It sits comfortably. Causing an endless stream if life force or maybe in terms of the way it feels, restlessness.…

That I. The me, which is, and has defined itself… maybe this definition is beginning to look like walls. Walls any ordinary gent would have some trouble traversing over. A deadly opponent, Pride. As these walls get higher and more encompassing, Maze is a more applicable pseudonym here, as this Maze has built itself from the outside in.

While we slowly back into the center, of this fabrication. It…

Made to look like a valuable fiction. People want to grab at that propagated image of power. Pursuit and money being a worthy goal. Now the Woman wants power, something new. The women is now asking society for a place, which is totally within her right, she can do whatever she wants, but her want will destroy her all the way to her essence.  She will realize all the power, all the big goals of…

In one flash, all inspiration, all power, all energy.  After the click, on goes a symphony of rhythmic vibrations echoing into each and every lower dimension.  Fractals are the metaphor, with self similarity at the core, this matrix is a set. Ongoing. keeping in mind that there are laws that exist in mind, the method of the galaxy. A Nervous system cob webbing throughout the cosmos. Faster than…

Its the rhythm I feel. The ebb and the flow. In and out. The tides of time plus restless thought, increasing and decreasing intensity in every trillionth of a moment, then a die is rolled. Relentless and righteous. Reaping what I sow. Oh yeah and when waking up, don’t half ass it. “All or nothing”, I always say, and yet look what we have here… Half awake, inspiration fades to grey, smile grins…

All your life there has been no blip in your experience of the infinite hug. All the universe presses down on you with infinite love. Forgiving your every step, every action is cradled in this ever loving universe. It surrounds completely. It is outside. “Outside” which does not end at the edge of your sense reseptive organ we call skin. The skin is not disconnected. To its surroundings this skin…

Looking, longing, for something, something great, something, something, anything to come down the tunnel, stare endlessly distantly into nothingness. Convinced something will arise from the abyss of true blackness, waiting as long as it takes… and god knows that’s a long time, so long he couldn’t even fit it on a toothpick, have you heard of the toothpick continuum.

Truth is complicated only when…

Can a moment be yours or are we living on borrowed beginnings borrowed middles and borrowed ends?  Do we share with all other forms the moment experienced at each and every step. Is it just the composition of all separate beings which makes a moment. The growth of all species, all forms, all parasites, all movement, all friction, just sparking against each other. Butterfly effect. Like waves on…

Cought in a catastrophy, it happened so fast. All things rushed to the cerrebelium giving costant cloudy day syndrom. Holding patterns where fear is the fabrick which traps. Pushing and pulling ripping and tearing. To no avail, christmas comes and goes and no its not in gifts. Whats what? What is worth looking for? What is worth wanting? Grow up, join the club and swig–smack adult? What? How? And…

Experiences can be our greatest addiction. We will find so much to do on the “outside” which is always inside silly to see it any other way. But many do. Somehow corruption has our mind in a choke hold. This makes anything but purity seep into the cracks. And the cracks are vast. If only there was a way to become free, haha this is our only salvation. So impossible. so important. Give it your…