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                   Turning around ourselves

                   dazed, insecure and lost

                   looking for signboard of directions

                   erecting visible landmarks

                   marking claims of property

                   imagining valuable goals

                   we are turning around ourselves



                   Suffering from fathomless longing

                   restless, dissolved in wishful doing

                   trying to fill up penetrating emptiness

                   fighting against misty shadows

                   defending our nebulous identity

                   gained through thoughtful feelings

                   still turning around ourselves



                   Hungry and thirsty for fulfillment

                   trying to satisfy our senses

                   discovering sophisticated lust

                   using manipulative practices

                   stimulation to intensify  identity

                   ups and downs of emotions

                   void still doesn't disappear



                   Finding what makes us feel good

                   what gives comfort and tranquility

                   holding onto those experiences

                   cultivating beautiful fantasies

                   new promising fields open up

                   finally being able to survive  

                   from nasty daily confrontation



                   Being without expectations and wishes

                   seems to be the way of not being hurt

                   but can I hide myself by not relating?

                   Isn't this a 'spiritual trick' to escape?

                   Will not this kind of non-responding

                   provoke ongoing reactions of rejection?

                   Will I be pushed into total isolation?



                   What is it that I am really longing for?

                   Years of loneliness were passing by

                   all striving for self confirmation failed

                   all received has never been enough

                   stimulation of senses turn into boredom

                   satisfaction seems unreachable

                   external search is turned back on me



                   Could it be, that I am the spinning wheel?

                   Until now lost in most outside movement

                   coming nearer to the secret counterpoint

                   it happens that excitement disappears

                   vivid silence fills my heart and head

                   the outside world's reflection seems to fall

                   into the eye of my personal hurricane



                   BeiYin

                   15. 7. 1999