
In the evenings we gather
Near the tree
We sit in a circle
And listen to the stories
That the tree tells
Nobody talks
And we all cry
Because we love the stories
So much
And we love the way
It feels as if
Every story
Has its roots
In nothing.
Healing and growth through intuitive art
I want to be a tree
But I am not sure
Which tree
I want to be
And I’m not sure
What the conditions are
In the place where I’ll stand
Is it very windy there?
Is there competition for the food?
Will the goats eat my bark?
Will the other trees be friendly
And will they understand
That I have to be
This certain way
Because of how my childhood went?
But wait
Maybe I can be a tree
From another childhood?
My mother stood very tall
Or ran wildly in the fields
My father traveled in an air balloon
My brother played
In coloring the clouds
And I knew
That everything is possible
Right from the beginning?
First started with a face. It is on the left.
I almost decided to draw a face in a way that can be recognized. I started in this way and as I went along I answered impulses from the heart and distorted the face beyond recognition.
Then I started drawing a little house. I thought about a tree and then thought that I always go for trees, so I decided to draw something else. A house came to me. I knew it was my house, where I lived with my wife and children in Israel. Then the tree had to be there, as we did have a huge pine tree next to the house.
And I remembered the swing with my first daughter in it, swaying extremely long sways.
Then there was no place for anything else, even though I entertained the idea of going on, adding more things. But the swinging child faced the open space and this was a complete cycle. There was no need for anything else.
First was the experiencing of a twisted flow, which means that the infinite emptiness flowed through preconceived ideas (the face). Then the drawing came closer to love, by touching on the home and the tree, and indeed my first daughter. And with this closeness to the heart, the swing swayed a long way and we came back to be face to face with the endlessness.
This one drawing has a whole process of healing.
Then came the exercise: Find the spot that feels the best and dive into it with a second drawing. I chose the space that my daughter faced.
This was the motivation behind the second drawing.
The drawing shows expansion. The heart opens. The language changes from the language we usually use, like in this writing for example, into an energetic way of experiencing and communicating. You cannot satisfactorily describe this experience with any word language. But if you feel anything when you look at this drawing, it is because you too can experience things that cannot be described in one of our languages.
And what is the dot in the middle?
Maybe the feeling of being a local spot around which there is endlessness? Erase this spot and there is no time and space. And maybe the dot comes from a sense of something very far that the ‘I’ wants to reach, out of curiosity? Maybe the dot comes from the feeling that there is always more?
Then again: looking for the place in this drawing that felt the best, I chose the object at the top middle that looks somewhat like eyelashes or a line of cypresses on a far horizon.
Diving into this, I drew the group of what may look like trees that feel very good with each other, or maybe like a group of angels playing together in the sky, like babies.
Then it came to me to indicate some ground, to show that the first group was up somewhere, and as I did it, it became plants and ground and the plants look somewhat like the angels.
Now when I asked myself where is the place in this last drawing that feels the best, the answer that came to me was: The space between the ground and the angels.
So I see this space as the place that feels like home. From it emerge objects of fascination. They feel good too in another way. But once I entertain this fascination with the objects, I long again to the home space.
And maybe I should simply choose, for the best feeling place, everything. Just everything.
I am moved
Because it is beautiful for me
Meaning, Something from home
Love coming through
There is an external story
Of shapes doing
Like, maybe, a tree grows on a rock
Maybe it is turning into a monster
Doing strange things
But inside
In a one two three rhythm
We go from total darkness
To the blue sky
Or a lake
It is ancient
It has always been here
And we have been looking
The outside has muscles
The inside is a whispering light
Of love
This is how we are
And this is how everything comes to us
To see the dark of night
And the blue of the sky
This is how we are.
Author’s note:
Words float on energy
Like colorful mosaic stones
On the concrete
Of a wall
The wall holds everything
The concrete flows from floor to ceiling
The stones don’t have to hold the wall
That’s the way I write
Spontaneously
The words
Float in energy
The energy connects all
The words don’t have
To do the same job
That’s why
My text is skipping
Don’t worry
Go with the energy.
The way the hills are covered with green
In the spring
Oh!
The rivers of the earth flow
The river roads wind
If you want to be in on all of this
Go to the tree that points in all directions
In the middle of the landscape
An interesting co-occurrence may unfold
Don’t mind the little blood that pours
You will be in touch with the old
You will remember the quarry with the back stones
And an ancient thought
Will show itself
To be dismissed
It is time for it to go.