For This Time

In some place

Like in so many others

For this moment

The plant is attached to the tip of the world

 

The balance of flat and broken and empty

Of dots and leaves and feathers

Depends on

One very thin line

 

In a way that is unknown to us

The open chord of feathers in the moving air

Is perfect

For those who also like dots on a white surface

 

This is a rock

For children

Who make rocks and plants

From dreams.

 

 

I used to be a graphic designer and an illustrator.  I became involved with the Chan Meditation Center and studied meditation and Buddhist knowledge with the late Master Sheng-yen from Taiwan. For twelve years I was in a process of deepening my meditation. I had many more experiences and insights and my life changed. After having illustrated more than 40 children’s books and writing two of them, I left this career too and went to New York University to study art therapy.

You can see more about Giora’s work on his blog and website