Behind all the work I do there is a
simple message. It is a message of ‘wonder’...
It is my intention to simply share
my own wonder with the world. I believe that the human being's need for wonder
is immense, and that through the experience of wonder the human being becomes
grateful for their environment, we become in harmony with our existence and we open up.
Ultimately for me everything is in a state of “being
created” therefore we are a part of that creation: the atoms and molecules have
not stopped their cosmic dance and we are a part of it. We are a part of that
dance, cradled in the universal tide, we are as balanced as our realization
allows.
I believe that every moment in existence is in fact not
“ours” each moment belongs to the fabric of the universe, and we are a part of
the Universal Dance, we are as harmonious as our ability to let go and wonder
permits. And this poem attempts to capture that feeling.
Artwork by Yasmeen Amina Olya |
Be The Moment
Can you please tell me why
you are running?
"The day is running away from me!"
So life is running away from you?
"Yes!"..
because each moment is so
precious,
and we are running
everyday,
because we feel we must...
provide....
must... have this,
I have to be this, I have
to, I have to...
And the anxiety of being,
living of worshiping the
roll of time,
preoccupying yourself with it to the point of fervor,
and nothing is ever as good
as it could be if you had this,
or if you could afford
this.....
And then one day you are
walking home
and you find that old alley
way:
the one you used to run and
play in as a child,
it is almost the end of the
day.
The breeze wafts the smell
of lilac passed you,
and the sound of children
playing at the neighbors
is round and full of meaning in your heart.
Your feet tread gently
along,
more and more slowly
and you see a flock of
pigeons leave their roost
on the graying roof next
door.
Suddenly time seems to
stand still
and you notice 'light' for
the first time
...maybe... the incredible
impermanence
of everything around you,
everything...
and how at any moment you
could be gone...
And the delicious warmth of
the sun on your back
seeps into you
and the weight of the bags
in your hands
seem to inform you that you are learning.
And everything beams in on
you,
like a great smile that reaches
from every corner of the moment,
and you laugh:
a laugh that is released as
easily
as clear water gushes from a spring......
You are that spring,
and the moment is always
here..
so BE
IT.
~
(For more of Yasmeen Amina Olya's poetry
click here for her poetry e-book 'Stillness Beloved')
~
(For more of Yasmeen Amina Olya's poetry
click here for her poetry e-book 'Stillness Beloved')
Pictured is the author Yasmeen Amina Olya |
Yasmeen Amina Olya Was a sensitive
intuitive artist and musician who was deeply influenced by her Spiritual Path,
and connection to Nature. Yasmeen sang to the soul in rich layers and higher
octaves in an intuitive language without words. She was a devoted student on the
path of Sufism, at the heart of Islam, a seeker of the Divine in Tawheed
meaning “Oneness of Creation” studying the cyclical rhythms, and interchange of
all things on a molecular and atomic level, sacred geometry and physics.
Her
eclectic approach was due to her simple reverence for the vibrant variances in
different nations and peoples. She lived on Vancouver Island in
Canada where she frequently played free open air concerts in the great
out-doors. She left us on March 15th, 2023. To learn more about Yasmeen, please visit her website here and for high
quality archival prints of her art click here and listen to her music on her
youtube channel.
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How beautiful you are........and your expressions celebrating life and its gifts!
ReplyDeleteYour photo and poem radiate beauty.
ReplyDelete"the weight of the bags in your hands".... ooohhh and I arrive home once again in the heart of the body, in the Great heart of Hearts, o how long have I been away this time..? aaah here I AM, home in god, Now. this breath, this weight in my hands a white dove,,, I rest now, home, sitting by the warm hearth, god-inside. thank you beloved SiSTAR of Light, your precious words from your own god heart a crystal bell calling me home
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem! Too bad you are no longer around!
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