When the World Falls to Silence

Alone

When all the clouds have dissipated,
and the rivers have dried;
When all the mountains have crumbled,
and all the tears have been cried;
When the thunder has quietened,
and all the storms have been raged;
When all the animals are gone,
and the wars have been waged;
When all the flowers have wilted,
and the hearts have turned hard;
When all the trees have been cut,
and the Earth is left scarred;
When all kin become enemies,
and all friendships are torn;
When all the nations have fallen,
and there’s none left to mourn.
When the skies become darkened,
and the Sun fails to light;
When the lands become barren,
and there’s no life in sight;
When the last child has smiled,
and there’s no one left free;
When the World falls to silence,
Only then we will see;

That this culture of hate,
from the moment of birth;
It’s the deadliest of plagues,
to this gift you call Earth.

In this moment of reflection,
and this silent reverie;
I ask that you listen;
O’ Child, listen to me.

I am your mother, your father,
your being;
I am the template of life
you’ve been seeing.

I am the land that has
kept you sustained;
In your existence
I am deeply ingrained.

I am the breath,
that has lifted your lungs;
I am the song,
that nature has sung.

I am the sands
of your hourglass of fate;
So listen to me, now,
before it’s too late.

I am the soul of the Earth
that you know;
I am left wounded,
from the hate that you show.

There is still time,
to turns things around;
If you wish to survive,
on this one united ground.

Hasten, O’ Children,
with love, peace – just try;
We don’t have much time,
please don’t let me die.

I am the World…

Poem ©Naziyah Mahmood, 2016.
(Image source unknown)

Boxes

We live in a world made of boxes.

 
We spend all of our lives in a box – four walls, a floor and a ceiling.
We compartmentalize our daily duties into boxes too.
We leave our home box, get into a moving box, to then just go and sit in another box.

 
We eat from boxes – all those factory made “healthy” foods.
We pass on boxes to one another – Happy birthday!
We then spend the rest of our time looking at virtual boxes.

 
We rely on our ‘inbox’ for human to human communication.
We then retire to bed for the day and even dream in boxes.

 
The most dangerous box of all is the one that sits in everyone’s living room.
We spend whatever “free” time we have staring at a box that tells us what we can or cannot be. It tells us what we can or cannot do. It can make us believe next to anything as long as it’s done with dramatics.

 
We stare at that box, and at the beautiful scenery we see on it and think “I wish I could go there”, “I wish I could do that”, “I wish…”
It has the power to shackle down the human spirit by making us believe that what we are seeing on a screen IS firsthand experience. “You’ve seen one then you’ve seen them all”.

 

For a moment, step out of your box and look at the picture from an outside perspective.
Comfortable?
How controlled does it feel? An orchestrated routine that we’re all told is a must in order to be living a ‘successful’ life.
Every one of those boxes looks the same – what a mundane world that would be.

 
Now that we are looking from ‘outside of the box’, look around.
Realise that you ARE being, and that you CAN live – not just survive in cubes.
Rather than sitting in front of a box, wishing you could see that natural setting, get up and go.
Simple.
Rather than living a second hand experience, go and breathe in the very essence of what, in actuality, we all are and what we have been blessed with – the spirit of nature.

 
Yes, we all have obstacles and restrictions that can make it difficult, but go…  because at the end of the day, when we take our last breath and are headed for that final box that will be going six foot under, at least you’ll be able to say to yourself…
“I lived…”

 

 

Naziyah Nature

© Naziyah Mahmood, 2015

Waves

Peace

“Somewhere between the wavelengths of blissful joy and soul shattering pain, lies the infinite stillness of enlightened peace.

That is where you’ll find me.”
(Naziyah Mahmood)

Sometimes, we all need those precious moments of peace and quiet to breathe and heal.

© Naziyah Mahmood, 2015.

Back to Basics

Back to Basics Naziyah

 

Most of my training is done outdoors in rough forest terrain, and as such I don’t often wear my dobok/gi (martial arts uniform) because of Scotland’s crazy weather. However, when I do (and when I wore it indoors in classes) I’d often find myself reaching for my white belt instead of the black.
It was strange, but it felt very comfortable.

It reminded me of the very basis of the arts, and their foundations. It was humbling. It symbolized the beginning of a rough yet beautiful journey – one which would continue till my last breath.
The white may be the start of the journey, but black is by no means the end!

It’s easy to get caught up in the more advanced aspects of any field or art when we’ve been in it for so long, however, it’s important to revisit the basics and foundations of that art in order to keep our grounding stable.
Just like a house, no matter how beautifully designed it is or how magnificent the architecture may be, if the supporting foundations are weak, the entire house will come crashing down.

The beauty of martial arts (and any arts) is that there is always more to learn, always more to do. Just as I’ve learned in the sciences and all aspects of learning, the attainment of knowledge is never ending! The more we learn, the more we realise that the less we know! It’s fantastic!
It makes me thirst to learn more!

I still personally, till this day, consider myself a newbie in the arts, but I like that! It keeps me on my toes!
During those times when I can’t physically train due to ill health, it stands as a reminder that there is much more to the arts than solely the physical side.
There’s the mental, psychological and spiritual training too. There’s the research.

That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t feel proud of our accomplishments and how far we’ve come, but reminding ourselves once in a while that we’re all still students in life helps to keep us grounded =)
The longer I’ve been in the martial arts, the less physical it actually became.
This doesn’t mean you train less! Not at all! The physical training was, of course, higher than ever before, but with time and wisdom comes a whole new aspect of what the arts offer.
It becomes a way of life. A journey. A quest.
A quest to find a better ‘me’.

Remember to go back to basics.
Whether it be simple forms, stances, or something as simple as taking time to appreciate the journey itself.
Thank you all for being a part of this wonderful learning curve for me =)
Be good, be safe and be wise.