PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Within me there are hidden a whole bunch of people

looking through my eyes - sometimes with a blink of smile

sometimes with some sadness -

by repeating old encounters working through knotted dependencies

and still not coming together

Through the long chain of incarnations the spiral comes nearer to the center

nothing is lost, all links are present:

The Russian musician, singer, dancer, actor, - surrendering

The proud and desperate red Indian, - giving up

The wise Egyptian priest and temple builder, - piercing through limits

The buddhist tantra monk, - lost in love affairs with temple dancers



There is the laughing zen priest, the alert samurai

the silent Tibetan, the artistic Persian,

and many more



The fighter, the wise, the desperate, the lonely, -

the one who gave up, the one who stood up, the one who loved -

again and again and again. -



Going forward with the push of all of them behind -

the pull to complete, to fulfill, to realize the core within.



But then, who am I now, the visible in this present body?



I am just a simple man:



Who is washing his dishes, sweeping the floor,

feeding dogs, cats, horse and chickens, watering plants,

building a stonewall, repairing a motor, -

writing a poem, watching the clouds, waking through the rain,

sitting under a fig tree -listening to the silence within,

being aware of motion-triggering in daily life.

Trusting that the right event appears in the right moment.

Being aware of what is offered, enjoying being alive.

Going the pathless path, receiving by allowing, opening, loving.



I am as well:



A hard working mole in the earth

an irrational clown in the clouds

an emotional fire spitting vulcan

a crazy rider in the full moon night

a happy child with a toy

a samurai-sword-sharp decider

an incorruptible defender of truth

a white falcon in the sun...



Sometimes stubborn, relentless, too intense, impatient



Sometimes feeling lonely, -

longing for togetherness,

sharing meals, feelings, thoughts, -

tears and laughter -

going into spaceless space



Sometimes longing for love -

longing for the one to give my love,-

the final one



I am human



BeiYin