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BE IN THE MOMENT by Yasmeen Amina Olya


NOTE FROM EDITOR: Yasmeen left us in March of this year (2023). We are sharing these writings of hers from 2013 in remembrance of the beautiful person she was. 

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')

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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Comments

  1. How beautiful you are........and your expressions celebrating life and its gifts!

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  2. Your photo and poem radiate beauty.

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  3. "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

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  4. What a beautiful poem! Too bad you are no longer around!

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