Healing and growth through intuitive art
Red
That day
The body was made
Of dry twigs.
It walked across the
Blue mountain ridge.
But the ridge was not
In this world.
It belonged to a place
Where meteorites
Fall in the white sky.
The body took
Two clouds of dust
With it
And its heart beat
Red, red and red.
Drowning
Like foam
Like sticky spider web
The character
Wraps itself around
His true nature
Afraid
that he will drown
Inside the endless sea
Of who he is.
Not even this
Veils
In the shape
Of a cliff
Or like a sky rearranged
And lights
That shine
Between the silence
And what is
Not even this
Soft clouds
Open up like wings
To wake up
The little houses
That are held
By the weave of the world.
It is time, they say,
To cross the bridge
Near the place
Where the sun ends the day
To a place
That you do not
Yet know.
For a moment
He appeared
Tricking all the world
Into being.
Then he left
Into the wind
As if
He never was.
There is no house
The sky came
From all directions
With little lights
To celebrate
The structure that you made
Around your house
To keep and to repair it.
The structure moves,
It grows, it knows..
But look!
There is no house inside.
Just sky.
My book: “Opening Intuitive Flow Through Artwork” received a starred review in Kirkus Reviews journal. It will appear in the July issue. Until then it is possible to read the review on their website. Here is the link, if you want to read it:
https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/giora-carmi/opening-intuitive-flow-through-artwork
The real
That is also inner
Is playing with me.
The creatures of the world
Come to sit on the tree
To look at the moons
As they move.
It is done
By the hand
The head
And the heart.
And they are nothing but
Movements
Of the real.
So the real
Is playing with the real
To see the real
Playing.
The sky came
From all directions
With little lights
To celebrate
The structure that you made
Around your house
To keep and to repair it.
The structure moves,
It grows
It knows..
But look!
There is no house inside,
Just sky.
I was not there. I sent my paintings over. They were framed there and this is the opening.
intuitiveflow 