Posts Tagged 'eye'

356. Being one

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.



							

315. One big eye

There is an upper part
and a lower part
in the drawing

The clouds in the night sky
fly near the moon
then they freely go much farther

They are echoes
of the
no-sound

The earth is always hurrying somewhere
but this is truly
part of a bigger flow

The horizon is a line
that is
only in the mind

Is it all but
one big eye
looking?

218. The knowledge that does not fit in the shape.

Inner sound

Hearing the sound

The knowledge that does not fit in the shape

Requires a mouth that is shut for now

The joy of expanding

Like children in a school break

Running out to the yard

Is like an eye that is open to the ocean

The face that will not be intact any more

Collapses because of an ear that hears the eternal sound

A hair that flies in the wind is left

From the static posture that breaks open.

127. Real or unreal, good or bad

The eye

The eye

There is an eye

Everything grows around it

Real or unreal

We are always on the back of ancients

Good or bad

If you want to live forever

Do nothing

Settle in the eye.

Every time I sit down to draw and write it surprises me. I never know what will come out in the drawing and in the words.

I know that even if we do not want to live forever we do. But this is how the words came and I respected it. I know that it is not an eye that sees and knows everything. It is something that we cannot describe in words without making it into what it is not.

I know that it is impossible to describe things as real or unreal, and that there is no good or bad. Yet I wrote it as I did.

Don’t believe any word I say.


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