When She Awoke

When she awoke

She knew she had been here before
The room was empty
The floor was a splendid white
A wind had whipped up the interior
The curtains hung at angles to
her heart
The window was glass
it shook her
profoundly, simply because it was tinted green
or was it ?
The landscape beyond was a wild sea
which tossed her breath about
and sea gulls soared in rushes of
bright flooding air
“flood me” she thought, charge me in that flood of wind
enveloped and forever turning upwards
in a rush of faith.
Your Yasmeen
in a rush of faith.Woman with Pink Flower-1

Holding Light

Holding Light
Dream, opened like a shell broken, dropped from a great height.
Shocked into realizing my being a million stars.
Standing on the links, stumbling up the perfectly cut grass,
every blade singularly reaching up!
At night with not a single soul about, exposed under a never ending sky……
Bending to regain my balance and reluctantly looking up… into a
horizon that never ends…
 Suddenly the earth tilts
and everything that seemed calm and certain shakes me alive,
the heavens split and galaxies upon galaxies turn dimensions in
upon themselves,
billions of stars, my eyes are no longer eyes, no longer body,
 my mind no longer mine.
..indeed am I am forever….. this exquisite light inside….

I am a Breath of Wind on a Still Lake

I am a breath of wind on a still lake
I am the dew drop on the rose, barely hanging on, letting go
I am the soft sigh of a babe at his mother’s breast
I am the rock on the earth floor motionless for eons
I am the heat in the eye of a star, and the deep cold in darkest space
I am the restless wings of a caged bird
I am the sound unheard and imagined in the hearts of the deaf.
I am experience, I am wonder.
Give me Life

Your Yasmeen

Survival, Revival and Freedom

I was never yours, I have always been Yours.

Oooooo Life! I have been broken profoundly, exquisitely broken, shamed, shaken, bruised!

Ooo sweet love in me, innocent love, child in me….. come out now, it is safe now… in your gentle nature breath in the scents of the reveling summer, dream with me now of all you have longed to do and realize now; everything is possible!

Dream into my dream, feel into my feeling, beautiful kind companions on the journey home, the journey back to self, sincere, reaching out, freely looking up.

Unfurl now in the warmth of the light of sun, cool green leaves, blossoming flowers…

I have been broken, I have been released, Hallelulia, oh Allah be praised, be praised!

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the fire has been quenched, the water runs clear.

The phoenix rises.

My arms of plenty, my body whole, the world abundant, glorious, bounteous, gifts overflowing.

My body lilts, sighs, floats effortlessly free in the Eternal embrace.

Let go! Dance!

The sun is rising, the day is satisfied.

The night is long freely turning and full of stars, ya… Hu…sweet peaceful rest.

Free now, fulfilled in You.

Yasmeen!

New Improv of woman of the sea from the album Oceans Rising

I am working on a new album to share with you all soon. peace and light and joy to you all that is my prayer.

I have been very occupied with my growing family, but now I have some time to begin sharing with you all again. I am looking forward to this. InsaAllah I will spend some time writing in response to some of your questions. May the peace of the Eternal constancy and duration abide within each and every one of your hearts, so that you are able to sigh and float weightlessly in-trusting absolutely …. salaams

i hope you enjoy the music🙂 , i know its short.. more to come…

Authentification :)

If you find your spirituality is leading you away from being authentic, then it is not spirituality. Spirituality is a path of purification and honesty, authenticity to the point of humiliation and absolute sincerity, with “yourself” and others. You stir the waters and all the mud comes up for everyone to see, then you have to wait for the muddiness to settle, the time of waiting can be the most painful, depending on the muddy content of your inner, it can take years.The trick is to try hard not to stir the waters again, with anything… anger,,, remorse or facade, and to be honest about the muddiness, and the trick to trying not to, is surrender. New muddiness can occur at any moment, we are not in control, the more we realize we are not in control and surrender the better. It seems to me that when we try to hide and pretend things we are not that we cannot surrender. Surrender is authenticity, and it is patience, we need to wait during the time it takes to be clear again. Pray for us all to remain content during the process of authentification.

~Remember, the process of sedimentation purifies the water. ~ Your yasmeen

How do you surrender?

you stop your thinking

How do you surrender?

you stop your wishing

How do you surrender?

you let go of feeling

How do you surrender

You trust absolutely

How do you surrender ?

You enjoy the muddy process and accept being muddy.

How do you surrender?

you practice zikr .

How do you practice zikr?

do as the birds do.

do as the flowers do.

Sayidinna Isa A.S , Christ said

“And why are ye anxious concerning raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:”

Consider the lilies of the field or “the flowers of the field”, as the Arabic version reads it, the lilies being put for all sorts of flowers. The Persic version mentions both rose and lily; the one being beautifully clothed in red, the other in white. Christ does not direct his hearers to the lilies, or flowers which grow in the garden which receive some advantage from the management and care of the gardener; but to those of the field, where the art and care of men were not so exercised: and besides, he was now preaching on the mount, in an open place; and as he could point to the fowls of the air, flying in their sight, so to the flowers, in the adjacent fields and valleys: which he would have them look upon, with their eyes, consider and contemplate in their minds,….

flowers of the field, yasmeen amina olya acrylic on canvas
Flowers of the field, spring time purification, purifying the muddy waters:) peace