
Boo!!!
I frightened you
Now
The trembling waves
Are sinking
In the white
And what about
The texture
Of the white, you ask?
It is the source
Of stories
Wait for them
The light
Will stream
Unblinking
Can you take it
With your heart?
And you?
Healing and growth through intuitive art

Boo!!!
I frightened you
Now
The trembling waves
Are sinking
In the white
And what about
The texture
Of the white, you ask?
It is the source
Of stories
Wait for them
The light
Will stream
Unblinking
Can you take it
With your heart?
And you?

She talked harshly to the children
There was only love among them
They were too nervous to learn
She was too nervous to teach
It stayed like this for many years
In the end of which it was
The habitual way to feel good
Togeher.

Is it a mountain
Or the roof of a barn?
Is this a cloud
Or a smoking chimney?
And this,
Is this a man
With a bird in his hand?
What does he think about?
Do his thoughts
Dive in the sky?
And the drop of green
That fell on the face of the paper,
Why did it fall?
Can this drop be another world
With other people and birds?
Why don't they come closer
To shake hands with us
To have tea
And talk about our lives?
And can the children
Go out and play together
In the backyards
Of the universe?

There was a thought
And very soon emotions gathered
In no time
The wind will chase them all away
But we will still be blinded
By the light they had.

I am passing near the jungles
Leaving dust behind
The big eye is looking
The men and women of all times
Grow out of the timeless bulb
Shining yellow light
I am traveling to another place
I do not know it yet
But this one here, I also do not know
All I know is: It is me
In all the different colors
Appearing many, being one.
I have been interviewed twice for an online magazine, called: Vega Magic Magazine. It is a magazine about inspiring life. They also call it: Digital Magazine for Creative Minds. It is created in Spain and translated to other languages. The first interview was in a video form, the second in a written form. They sent me questions and I wrote my answers. For the video one you can just go to YouTube and search for Giora Carmi. You will find it easily (with other interviews). For the written one you have to go to the magazine: https://www.vegamagicmagazine.com and look inside of it for the interview.

Weeds grow haphazardly in the village
And the village travels like a boat
On the face of history
To reach its destination
Aren’t the weeds distracting to the travel?
And what’s the village’s goal, if not
To travel while the weeds distract?
And why is the goal so far away
Along the waves of words,
And not right here, right now?

The lines, Connected,
Do they help to move
Or do they hinder?
The dots, white and yellow,
Over brown, grey and ocher,
Are they smooth
Or are they rough like
Stones or broken bones?
The beauty, is it real,
Or is it a dream that we have,
As this person runs through the fields
With the last sun of the day?

Can joy live in darkness
Where it is dense
With blinding light,
Where clumps of small explosions
Turn around
With menace?
Can I find my true life in chaos?
No
My life is independent
And pain is happening in it.

Innocently
And with children’s joy
They slowly move
With their belongings
In the air.
It is the end of the line,
They think.
What will be the taste
Of empty space
When we are gone?
In every moment, like when there is an attack of pain that is hard to suffer
Ask myself:
Where is the “I”?
And these days I already see, every time I look, many of my “I”’s
in many levels.
It is even possible to choose a direction and look for all the levels of I
in that direction.
This adds interest.
So now that I see many levels, I can ask:
From which level of I do I want to act now?
Which level do I want to be for this moment?
Which level do I want to choose an action from?
Then this is what I do.
And the next question is:
What action do I want to choose?
And the deeper I go I find that I am more satisfied already
and I do not want to do anything really, because I have everything.
I am good.
I am done.
And the more outward I go, the more I feel that action is required
right now, to fix what is not satisfying yet.
So, instead of fixing the un-fixable
I go deeper
and find that there is nothing to fix.
This is what I do
when the pain attacks.
Now comes a Zen question:
If there is nothing to fix, and everything is good already
what shall I do anyway?
This is an infinite question.
and I think the answer may be:
to play
to be curious
to be loving to express love
to help
to make art
to express the truth for everybody and for nobody.
This is the thing.
This is why it is so difficult to answer a Zen question.
Because you can answer on or from many levels.
This is what they call Skillful Means.
To know what level to answer from.
(They say so , usually, to explain how come they contradict themselves
frequently.)
And what is the better level?
To answer from the same level that the question came from?
From one level up? Two?
There is no good answer.
Maybe to strengthen what is already possible for the one who asks at the moment of asking?
And does not everybody have the same connection as I do to all the levels of I?
Actually, the thing to do is to surrender to intuition.
This is the most surprising and the most beautiful.