Words.
New Blog: 'Some More Poems'
Created by Esther Yasmin, August 10th 2014
I have created a blog dedicated to posting my poems in their more raw state. Please feel free to visit this blog titled 'Written upon reflection', by clicking here.
Courage over Fright
Written by Esther Yasmin, September 6th 2014
The silence can be discomforting.
The gap be filled with fear.
Our instincts see us tumbling,
were we decide to stay near.
Hearts pumping with adrenaline
and blood rushing through to our muscles;
hearing even the sounds of silence rustle...
Born at timelessness
Written by Esther Yasmin, August 9th 2014
Timelessness..
I wait…
Waiting for that energetic flow
with which I can just go
and glide
with faith
into
the things I know,
the things I knew,
the new things that I’ll do.
I stare,
at the world just passing by
my window,
trying to make sense of these things that seam so
fragmented
from what’s manifested on the inside;
a growing thing
that’s been
trying to fly.
Not just words
Written by Esther Yasmin, May 25th 2014
Words are beautiful;
powerful.
They can create and they can destroy,
communicate love, express joy;
piece together fragmented parts
to create a
beautiful piece of art
that can
penetrate the soul.
Words can help us feel whole.
Your words, they stabbed my heart.
Each new syllable, each new letter;
none any wiser, none any better.
Every sentence another way to sustain
that excruciating kind of pain.
Part of my creativity / My will
Written by Esther Yasmin, April 1st - 2nd 2014
I struggle with my will.
My will to live the way I wish,
my will to accomplish...
At times I find it hard to breathe.
A weight on my chest
from which I long to be
relieved.
My mind disheartened by the things that
lead me to think I was deceived;
those ideals in which I believed…
I see that this is not where it ends
and I’m at a place where I will learn anew
though,
that does not mean that my old experiences
held nothing true.
What is a life after a life already lived
beyond a new reason to continue to breathe?
If life is still what it was before,
then put me back to sleep.
No,
I am awake and so,
there is so much more than what I’ve come
to know.
Then to be alive is to
discover how I will grow.
Reside.
Written by Esther Yasmin, March 8th 2014
I want to laugh,
I want to fly,
I can’t even comprehend why
but,
somehow I feel a sense of joy.
Will it leave when I cry?
I anticipate
tears
are part of any goodbye.
Yet,
this time I know that my heart
will feel content when things pass by.
The words "I wish I'd shown you."
Written by Esther Yasmin, February 4th 2014
Obsessed with finding out how you are,
and the best method to reach out to you.
If only I had known myself,
before I got to know you.
And now I don’t know what is left to say
but the words “I wish I’d shown you”.
Then we would have felt like we had a choice
and built our lives on what is true.
Now I don’t know what to do with all of this,
or how I can let it go.
If there are words that I can give that will lead us anywhere, then please God, let me know.
I can’t stand the way I can see my past,
though I understand I was in pain.
I’ve learned a lot from my mistakes
and I would not choose to do the same things again.
New Heart
Written by Esther Yasmin, January 16th 2014
So what do I do with this energy?
To where do I let it flow?
What do I do with the love I feel?
Where must it go?
I knock on that door,
The door remains closed,
I knock once more...
No movement.
And one ear has yet to hear,
the words that I wish to speak.
And one eye has yet to see,
the things that I wish to show.
And one heart has yet to feel,
the fact that now I know.
So I ask again,
Where must this energy go?
In love once more (Integrity)
Written by Esther Yasmin, January 13th 2013
How many times must I die
before I wake up fully?
How many times must I cry
before I am able to love fearlessly?
How many times must I break
before I see,
that the truth I seek lives inside of me?
My heart is filled with oh so much
that has come and gone, and keeps coming and going,
whilst I'm losing and finding, and getting lost and being found…
But oh just this once
if I do again fall,
may I not just find that there is
nothing to lose,
nothing to lose at all.
The Seam (He and She) continued
Written by Esther Yasmin, July - October 2013
Reflecting on a something,
a something which has grown.
It stemmed from a beginning.
The end of which was known.
Running in the rain
Written by Esther Yasmin, September 6th 2013
What am I really feeling?
May these things be known.
Where am I really going,
if not back home?
Why these feelings of stuck-ness?
At some point the light should clear….
And if I just take myself out for a run,
then what will happen here?
Running in the rain,
I’ll be running in the rain.
And all those clear, polluted drops,
may take away this pain.
Running on the pavement,
I’ll pass the houses by.
Running through the cemetery,
where the rested lie.
The Seam (He and She)
Written by Esther Yasmin, May - July 2013
The greyish blue morning haze
wetting the leaves gently with dew;
I listen to the rhythmic jazz
with a cup of the usual morning brew.
A feeling intense yet still untranslated
puzzling my mind with memories faded.
Why this desire to know and understand?
The pieces come together as they land.
either gently as a feather falling,
hurriedly like a crab crawling
or even abruptly like a meteor calling…
Validity of worlds
Written by Esther Yasmin, April 9th 2013
Out of my hands flow,
the words that confirm I know
that what appeared so
magical
and somewhat like
a tale
of sages and travel and things of healing,
was not an illusion and I was not dreaming.
Beyond the storybook
Written by Esther Yasmin, February2013
Dear Stranger,
I’m not certain what it is that I wish to express
but I know it's something.
I find it hard to reach,
it's buried underneath my frustration.
Everywhere I go I see love, and I cant stand its face.
I see the universe, finding its own place.
When I hear a song, I know it smiles with me.
When I switch on the TV
I see a program that tells me,
that someone is with me.
I don’t quite get it, why does the world,
make me go through so many tests?
What do I still have yet to learn or gain?
Where must I invest?
Blue Eye (in the Nothingness)
Written by Esther Yasmin, February 2013
Blue rhythm,
talk to me,
let me see the sun.
Blue eye in the nothingness...
I'm talking to no'one.
Let me fly just like you.
I cant see much here from the ground.
Let me land just like you do.
Wish not to fall anymore
when I descend from a height.
Teach me your sight.
Teach me your sight.
You and I
Written by Esther Yasmin, November 2nd 2012
I am angry because
I am.
And I don’t really know why.
I feel hard done by,
and somehow I feel like there is a lie
that I still can’t seem to identify.
I’m not a liar but there is something
in my mind I’m not confronting.
And I can’t seem to know just what it is,
but it’s making me feel this
degree of resistance
that holds me back from moving
freely to wherever I wish to head.
It makes me be lazy instead.
Higher Will
Written by Esther Yasmin, September 27th 2012
Something wondrous
like rain droplets reflecting light…
The miracles of the universe
to which I would like
to surrender for once.
How am I? Such small delight
connected to this eternal force,
a will stronger than that
small voice
that shouted in fear "Tell me I'm not no body."
A will higher than the highest of heights.
A plan comprehended only
by those willing to ask,
beyond normal confines...
Moonlight glitters, Night remains
Written by Esther Yasmin, September 2012
Blossoms form
fruits for the trees.
A wind that blows
through the leaves;
rustling
like wrapped paper
riding on concrete floors.
And all that is known
will become known
as was known before.
The existence of 'Me'
August 2012
The trumpets of fame
can find us again...
sometime...
Never thought I'd get again this high.
The commotion that surrounds;
those acknowledged sounds
that confirm that time does try
to just live us by.
In our minds...
Were we not nothing?
Now we are something.
And that something can only exist
with our heads in delusion,
identification with the illusions
that we could ever be anything more
than that which we are.
True Knowledge
Written by Esther Yasmin, July 16th 2012
When, upon a door opens
to reveal a glimmer of glistening light,
the one who's mind
has grown tired
of something meaningless,
burns with an emotional fire and a will of curious,
will risk a peak and upon that sight
of drawing in pure light
places himself to be revealed!
The Higher Tides
Written by Esther Yasmin, June/July 16th 2012
I breathe still,
the space resides.
The river comes to fill
The higher tides…
Becoming the Bridge
Written by Esther Yasmin, April 2012
“Fear not the dream.”
He whispered in her ear.
Sweet memories
of what had once been here.
When the mountains’ layers
had counted their thousands,
and hours had passed their shadows
on the greens of the lands.
And the rivers had gathered
their waters to the seas,
a woman had found that,
the dream lay within
the bridge that crossed these.
Beyond the Symbol
Written by Esther Yasmin, April 2012
I would like to get to know
you
underneath all those layers;
those patterns of behaviour;
those words that tell stories.
None of those can speak of
or demonstrate.
So I will take your word on this,
“Look not inside
the patterns of behaviour
or the words that are spoken
and
hear beyond the symbol.”
Energetic Memory
Written by Esther Yasmin, February 2012
The sorrow that fills my heart
wishes to be seen.
I wait, and accept all the tears
from all that has been.
The past is gone, yet it still exists
as an energetic memory
that attaches itself
to my mind,
my emotions, my body.
I wish to let go.
An Orange-red
Written by Esther Yasmin, February 2012
Running towards nowhere,
away from what I fear.
The lights indicate an orange-red.
The entrance opens here.
I slip through the narrow exit
and I head towards the other door.
I wish to escape, go far away,
to be here no more.
I'm running faster, faster.
And if my legs tire,
(which they never)
I may look for some distraction.
The Void (Tryptych)
Written by Esther Yasmin, January 2012
I’m looking for substance,
though I can’t find
the essence that is trying to escape
from behind
the blinds of my mind.
The space is empty,
the walls thick and cold,
the air dark and foggy,
the writing on the walls
enticing and bold.
Though,
deceiving us to stay
in something that represents
nothing
but meaningless play.
Potential/With times unrest...
Written by Esther Yasmin, December 2012
With times unrest, I see
I know
The hidden potential through
which
we sow.
And allow our souls to grow.
In times like these
and times
at part,
we’ve weaved events
Into
new art,
From which all other occurrences start
Waves of Transformation
Written by Esther Yasmin, December 2012
It’s time to pick up all the pieces;
put them back in place.
Fragments of broken debris
disintegrate to reveal that face.
Oh how I long to see that again.
To be immersed in that essence.
Oh how I long to feel that with me again,
that everlasting presence.
Water of Truth
Written by Esther Yasmin, September 2011
Take away my pride;
all false interpretation
of who I actually am
and my place in creation.
Let me now see my face
and shine light on what I run away from.
Let me see myself in truth
and all that must be taken.
The Art of Manifestation
Written by Esther Yasmin, August/September 2011
We believe what we perceive exists.
In truth, there may be none of this.
We choose from our sense
of what is possible.
Our concept of reality is what is most probable.
Our imagination extends
as we become more aware.
And our concept of what could be there
grows in its light.
Vertical Horizon
Written by Esther Yasmin, June 16th 2011
As the doors to the heavens open out,
my heart opens out
to your unfolding embrace.
I am here, where I am.
And you are there, where you are.
And there is here also.
And where I am, I am
sailing across the vertical horizon.
And as I sail I call out to you
“Come.”
“Come, and with me, sail along”
Then I hear you call,
“I am.”
Then I know that we’re sailing together.
A Precious Illusion
Written by Esther Yasmin, April 28th 2011
People come and go, as do their gestures.
Never again in the same order as before.
The wind blows continuously,
rearranging things on its travels.
The smallest fraction of seconds that goes by
is a preciousness in itself.
As nothing in this material form
ever remains the same;
Merging into One
Written by Esther Yasmin, April 18th 2011
We are all the colours
visible and invisible.
We are all the sounds,
heard and unheard.
We are all the words,
spoken and unspoken.
In union we are all,
opposites reconciled.
Nothingness
Written by Esther Yasmin, April 18th 2011
If I were to flow with the waves
and be part to the sand
and let the wind sing through me,
will I then feel again
what it was like when I was one?
If I am to sing with all colours
and paint with the sounds
and dance with the solid grounds,
let the ocean and seas come together,
as one body,
as what they were,
and what they will always be,
will I then see again
what it was like when all was one?
I cried for what was,
until I knew
that what was is what is
and what will always be.
Sleep Sweet Angel
Written by Esther Yasmin, June 2011
Sleep sweet angel sleep.
Let the light go under.
Sleep and rest your head.
Let the thoughts just wander.
Illusion of separation
Written by Esther Yasmin, October 8th 2010
The feeling too strange yet not unfamiliar
cradles within my rib cage.
I think I’ll go, I’ll disappear
outside into the night.
Away I’ll be, separated from
the mental noise that could cause another fight.
On the grass I lay still and feel
a sense of isolation from what’s real.
And a sharp pain that triggers memories of feelings,
feelings of separation, rejection.
I can’t remember fully but I’m starting to long;
long for the warmth and love that bathed me
when I rested in the cradle that was my mother’s womb.
No, not exact
the feeling goes beyond that.
The Game for 'She'
Written by Esther Yasmin, May 4th 2010
None could win that game you see.
At birth, it had been created for She.
That oldest couple,
I mention no names,
showed her how to prepare
and lay out that game.
They demonstrated how
to employ time and space,
to create a frame
and give it a place.
Ten minutes past
Written by Esther Yasmin, April 28th 2010
Ten minutes past.
I know I’m late.
I let him know I’m here.
He makes me wait.
From a distance I pretend
I’m reading,
so he can’t notice
I see him,
he is walking towards where I stand.
The only viable at my hand
is his
striding, like the shadow of the wind
fleeting, warmth like that of sunshine.
Robes of Shadows
Written by Esther Yasmin, March 2010
Pools of magma stir under the thin surface
The earth is consciousness
When the juices of fermented fruit flood the earth
And the molten rock is disturbed by friction,
He
with his robes of shadows,
He
With his fleetness like the wind,
He
with his craftiness to seduce the elements,
comes and possesses
the body that controls the lands.