I am a Poet - I am an Artist

I am on the pathless path to 'wholeness': Life force is nourishing the creative fire within me.

Melting outwards into shape, into form. Manifesting itself through my self-expression.

I am the channel in my process of transition, constantly changing with the inner flow.

Symbols of inner energies - coded unconsciousness, trying to rise into my awareness - visible sighns.

With satisfaction comes stagnation: I am caught in forms of repeated fantasies.

A dreamer, repeating his dream again and again. Not understanding the meaning of it and not asking for it.

Not knowing, that dreams are attempts to connect unknown energies with conscious awareness.

My ambition and urge to express myself constrict the force.

My work of art imprisons me - by my using it to confirm myself.

Confusion and fight result form suppressing and holding.



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Do I need to struggle through a long path of learning?

Will I have to suffer to let go of the old, to clear up, - to give up fighting and struggling?



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Being aware of my motives and myself, relating to my reactions inside and outside,

responding to echoes triggered by my self-expressions, and going with the flow more and more -

I am on the pathless path to wholeness.

My creative process becomes a flowing and playful one.

My work of art is losing its importance: ash from a burning process, - left behind.

Experiencing the flowing gives me joy.

Going beyond the limitation of symbols, life becomes my creative process.

Art and life are ONE.

A happening in time and space - going beyond time and space.

The impossibility of expressing the 'other dimension' ceases.

I have grown beyond myself. - I have found myself and so my 'wholeness'.

I am the path - I am the 'buddha'(*).



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BeiYin

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(*)= This word you might change into one which fits better to your cultural and personal expression.

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When I read Bei Yin
I am reminded to Be Yin

Thank you, my teacher