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  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 - - -.