by BeiYin
Liberty Beckons
A collection of poetry from BeiYin, founder of ‘FalconBlanco’, A Place for Friends, Ibiza, Spain.
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--BeiYin
E a g l e' s C a l l
Your words were sent into the darkness
like seeds spread over unknown land
expression of your truth and honesty:
an eagle's call carried with the wind
Love reaching out to be heard
to be taken in as sparks
which might light the inner fire
within open longing hearts
Nothing forcing - not expecting
Your wings of trust are carrying you
to outermost spaces turning inwards
having done a long journey - to yourself
You are sensing a call from far away
softly pulling you like a silver umbilical cord
It is a falcon's call, known - unknown
The echo of your lonesome calling?
Reflected from a burning heart
which now gives back what you have given?
Is there an encounter waiting ahead
of a falcon and an eagle in unlimited open space?
Fascinating world - susceptible to creation
where everything is open to be expressed
embracing all levels, all elements, all beings
to be completed and to grow - into a new dimension
Out of depth - from where?
Appearing inspirations
filling heart and mind.
Sun in spring - first butterfly
can't hide from sunset's coolness.
Encounter in the Air
Was it the nearness of the ampleness?
The space between your words?
The suitable distance of grasping sense?
What did I receive from your presence?
Suspending energy, sensitive - unsusceptible
Words like drops on silent sea, forming rings - creating circles
Echo from near distance - far nearness
groping softly to touch me
triggering tender waves in my receptive awareness
Shifting motions - vibrating silence
by being surrendered - being sustained
surprisingly feeling the answer without question
The whole is there, parts are parts of the wholeness
like words, like drops - from you and me
flowing together - in astonishment
Melting resistance
soaring rhythm - sound of silence
heart's joyful dance.
Nightingale's lonely moon song
echoed in vibrant quietness.
Art of Living –
a long way to go...
What we believe as being necessary
will come in its own passage of time
let's appreciate what there is now
it can be enjoyed as a sacred present
enriching artist's life and growing
Being aware - relating to what is offered
how we react and what we trigger
what we receive in return for letting go
acknowledging the hidden cause
for not being able to enjoy the whole
Our expectations and dreams
can be seen as obvious obstacles
causing inability to enjoy what's there
why can we never be satisfied
always wanting more and more?
Identified with our possessions
we are clinging firmly on narrow stuff
not being able freely to receive
the abundance of essential wideness
we lose ourselves in mundane triviality
Conceptional greatness offers a goal might help
to lift one's depressed view hardly will change
someone's being
adding new pictures to the old one's calming
confusion by covering chaos
When someone's breath becomes short
stuffed up to the utmost bearable limit
falling on one's nose or being hit back
might cause reflections upon one's values
finally recognizing more essential needs
No space is left open to receive
if we don't drop some of the old
looking through collected possessions
we sort out what could be dispensed
to take some fair distance from oneself
When someone's breath becomes short
stuffed up to the utmost bearable limit
falling on one's nose or being hit back
might cause reflections upon one's values
finally recognizing more essential needs
No space is left open to receive
if we don't drop some of the old
looking through collected possessions
we sort out what could be dispensed
to take some fair distance from oneself
Needs to express oneself arise cautiously
sensible call from one's longing heart
still mixed with one's trivial old desires
it will be a long and solemn way to go
to be a channel of creative existence
Art is not a product nor exists by itself
it is true expression of 'walking the talk'
manifested personal effort in pain and joy
outlet of unconscious accumulated pressure
or alert awareness connected to one's source
Mind's receptive eyes
trapped in mist of appearance
life's hidden secret.
Observer's view beyond sight
falcon's call reaching the sun.
The Silent Call
My tears are falling into empty space
the silent call of my longing
does not trigger an echo
What is tearing me apart so softly?
In long years of painful trouble
I have learned to live the YES
to find then in this unlimited
as well the inevitable NO
My doing was the result of affirmation
creative forces were triggered by impulses
The significance of doing melts away -
emptiness is left
And through comes a new being
with alert longing in his heart:
for joy, for togetherness - in ampleness -
to be completed with a YOU - in love
I am not a timeless-space less point in universe
weightless suspended in space
one and completed by itself
Wherever I am coming from, I am related to earth
Can I go further forward on this ground
than by surrendering without reserve?
If nothing reflects me - sustains me
the connecting cord with earthen matter melts away
Is there an ancient blend of blaze to be completed?
This is my silent call
of longing:
to unite with YOU!
Is there a being, which might reply an echo?
A clear voice appears very near to me:
"Your call finds an echo in my heart -
I will come to you!"
Is it YOU or just my wish, which fools me?
Whatever - all abilities are there
this is a step - a movement of my wings in flight
Reaching out softly
transmitting thoughts of nearness
connected to light.
Owl's call crossing vibrant night
moon's transmuting transcendence.
Reaching Existence
When screaming for help resounds
your scrambled heart loosens up
letting go, dropping what has been held
When going beyond sadness and grief
not being a hero, not leaping nor sleeping
when exalted movements calming down
When monsters or angels leave no shade
ignorance and wisdom falling together
deathly snakes can't frighten anymore
When you have seen the world's sorrow
and all the treasures melting away
no vaults are left containing anything
When questioning oneself has lost importance
light and dark, sins and guilt are left behind
arriving by jumping one’s own shadow
When flowers of existence open up
the smell of being goes beyond horizons
the taste of yourself enclosing finally all
Then you will know because you are...
Self - manifesting
yet waiting for sighting wind
images passing.
Final picture emerges
ocean dissolved in One drop.
We are blessed
Life's best IS ours, because we are alive
we ARE blessed, been given form and shape
being conscious about our existence
are able to distinguish, to make decisions
We are capable to ask, to query ourselves
to look behind the veil, the traps of form
finding the essential in all around us and within
we are the creators of our reality
Dreamer, sleeper, victims of circumstances
caught in self-sufficient dullness of matter
suffering and longing to get out of limitations
walking blind through fog and mist of ignorance
Our wishes and illusions keep us going
fighting to reach imaginary common goals
blind for the beauty beside our individual path
blinkers do not allow blessings to be received
We own the gift to be aware, being blessed - alive
don't let us waste too much of our precious time
by turning around our self-sufficient personality
the call from within is getting stronger - let's listen to it!
There are signs and voices to remember us
that our existence contains all answers within itself
let's stop to fill up void with endless chattering
being busy to cover loneliness and longing
We own the blessed gift of individual existence
let's dare to be aware of its pure and solemn form
that will allow seeing all the rest more objective
and recognize that we all are l o v e d since ever
Full heart bursting out
embracing one's emptiness
great vision vanishes.
Lonesome mountain view zooms back
responding - right now - right here.
What can I do now?
What can I do now?
"Make yourself a cup of tea!"
- - - Surprising sound of silence!
Source of abundance opens
no question left unanswered.
What can I do now?
Stay cool - observe wishful dreams
before you’re kicked out.
Being will take over soon
leaving ash of self behind.
What can I do now?
Watch the rain - breath deep - listen
sound of drumming drops.
Echo from deep source within
wordless answers still surprise.
What can I do now?
Watch yourself turning around
endless spinning games.
Hawk sits far out on a limb
rests from flight above rain clouds.
What can I do now?
No need asking - doing fine
writing some Haiku.
There's a call from far away
echoed from your heart within.
Watering my plants
feeding dogs, cats, horse, chickens
Hi neighbors! - behind fences
Listening into space -
surprising sound of silence
music from within
Simplicity
one step from nothingness
stepping into wholeness
Emptiness full of sound
full of meaning
wish I could be there...
It´s all for free
Indeed: The 'Handbook of Life & Death' is for free
It is the life we can live every day
what we can touch with our hands
what touches our senses
that what makes us act and react
responding with our whole being
that what we are in this very moment
not more and not less - no need for more.
Indeed: Life is for free
It's an engaging present we are receiving
giving ourselves into the unknown
Instead what is it we are doing?
Holding back ourselves - limiting abundance
clinging on the small - rejecting wideness
reflecting repetitive experiences
confirming personal structures.
Indeed: Space is for free
We may open wings to fly to new horizons
allowing to be carried by uplifting wind
but still the ground is holding us back
because we haven't touched the earth
we´re too far ahead with our dreams
fantasies born out of longing for more
the whole we are losing by being trapped.
Indeed: Light is for free
We just need to open our inner eyes
responding to what shows up in front of us
accepting the challenge as lesson to learn
dropping worn out old cloth of behavior
finding out that light and life is the same
experiencing that light shines through us
existence is free: love in light.
Trust - Earth carries us
relate - grown experience
open heart - bright head
acceptance beyond limits
Snow in white circles
apricot blossom leaves
magic solemn sign
How bright shines the sun
on a birthday like this - joy
being born - being alive
Two cups of hot tea -
my open heart in silence
nearer your presence
*I am just a simple man*
washing my dirty dishes
sweeping the floor
feeding dogs, cats
horse and chickens
watering my plants
building a stonewall
repairing a motor
writing a po
em
watching the clouds
walking through the rain
sitting under a fig tree
listening to the silence within
being aware of motions
triggered in daily life
trusting that the right event
appears in its moment
responding to what is offered
enjoying feeling alive
going the pathless path
receiving by allowing
openly watching around
making my decisions
responsibly relating
being vulnerable – loving
How are you neighbor ?
Long time haven't seen you - yeah
time goes fast - yeah, yeah - - -.