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POEM OF THE LOST HEART by Yasmeen Amina Olya


For me, music, much like poetry, is all about surrender…

Pictured is Yasmeen Anima Olya
 It is about healing and surrender. I am sure many musicians will agree with me that music is only truly something when we are blessed with that beautiful moment of surrender, the music wills itself into being, when we allow ourselves to relax into being an instrument for the music itself, it flows through us, not from us, much like spiritual poetry.

When people come to me after a concert crying, the only thing I wish to say, but rarely have the courage to is this:

“Your heart is asking you to surrender and heal in the light and love of the Divine...”

This music is my longing for the Divine; it is my surrender. I am trying in my way, to surrender all of me in worship and in love to the eternal One, and for me this represents God or Allah.

It is my intention to make music that allows us to feel the still and motionless clear lake in the heart of the mountains undisturbed, reflecting a clear blue sky.

It is widely accepted that people can be healed by music: the harp has been used as a therapeutic instrument for centuries. With the harp I try to build the form of the music and composition so that it reaches out and brings closer the natural instincts within us, for nobility, good character, shining will, beauty, joy, compassion, humility and love.

With these keys the music moves toward our lost hearts and tells a story that reaches us on a level we understand without the need for language or intellectual agenda.
Pictured is Yasmeen Amina Olya

Poem of The Lost Heart
Lost in something
swiftly pulling us to its centre
surrounding us in peace
sound resounded everywhere,
while a love we had never felt before
began hesitantly inside,
delicately and only just beginning
life opened in simple adoration.
~
(Click play to hear Yasmeen's beautiful music)



Yasmeen Amina Olya: A sensitive intuitive artist and musician who is deeply influenced by her Spiritual Path, and connection to Nature. Yasmeen sings to the soul in rich layers and higher octaves in an intuitive language without words. She is 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 is due to her simple reverence for the vibrant variances in different nations and peoples. She currently lives on Vancouver Island in Canada where she frequently plays free open air concerts in the great out-doors, visit her website here for more information. Contact her on facebook here, for high quality archival prints of her art click here and listen to her music on her youtube channel. 

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~  

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  1. Beautiful!! Thank you for sharing your gifts from Allah.

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