Dust has gathered
On the surface of my sun
My sun is emanating
Light and rain.
Discern:
Let your heart
Do the choosing
Let your sense of beauty
Show you
We are one.
Posts Tagged 'one'
371. Dust
Published April 7, 2025 energy , evolving , healing , identification , Inner light , Intuition , making art , meditation , perception , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual , The world of thoughts , Truth Leave a CommentTags: beauty, choosing, discern, dust, heart, light, one, rain, sun
356. Being one
Published June 20, 2024 energy , evolving , healing , Infinite space , Inner light , Intuition , letting go , making art , meditation , perception , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual Leave a CommentTags: eye, many, one, shning, timeless, traveling
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.
241.What is psychotherapy for me?
Published September 13, 2016 healing , identification , Intuition , Spiritual 1 CommentTags: character, curiosity, find yourself, love, one, perfect, psychotherapist, therapist
You choose to be a therapist because you want to see if you can find yourself by going through the filter of another character.
So you spend time with the other character and in the conversation the fences fall. Sooner or later you find yourself through him. And he finds himself through you. Then In the deep place in you that is beyond words, you know that he and you are one.
When you reach this recognition of yourself, through the laughing, the loving, the awakened curiosity that appear, yourself smiles, as if he is a baby that has just been hugged and kissed. And you feel as if you have found a proof of what you have always known, that everything is perfect all the time.
I always knew it, you say.
That’s what psychotherapy is for me.
176. Moving fingers and toes
Published February 2, 2014 energy , evolving , healing , Inner light , Intuition , making art , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual , The world of thoughts , Truth Leave a CommentTags: joy, love, microbes, new ways, one, rules of conduct, secret, smile, social order
Microbes
In the middle is a package
With a secret
Of unknown consequences
All other things in this picture could be microbes
With a very elaborate social order
And rules of conduct
But in spite of that
They cannot contain their joy
For just being able to move their fingers
And toes
And they keep doing it
Secretly
But since all of them are doing it
They discover each other
In new ways
And through their joyous smiles
Become one
With no beginning
And end
Enfolding endless possibilities
Of love.
148. One
Published April 21, 2013 energy , evolving , healing , Inner light , Intuition , making art , MAking it possible , meditation , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual , Truth Leave a CommentTags: accepted wisdom, being one with another, habitual, one, playing a game, separate, smile
Crossing over
I am coming in carefully
Habituated into making certain movements
Smooth and strong
Listening in the ways that I have learned
Meaning to just cross over
To the other side
But doing this
I have to step on some accepted wisdom
Of the locals
Graceful and wise
They let me pass
Pretending not to pay attention
While they send me a smile
From the corner of their eye
Time passes
With dark nights and windy rains
In spite of being separate
We get wet together
And we realize
That in our separateness
And in the ways that we communicate
We are playing one game
And we are not two
But one.
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