Breath

As I stood in front of the kitchen window, completely lost in a labyrinth of thoughts which spun and knotted like an Escher lithograph, my hazed eyes fell upon the thick green leaves of the tree outside and focused unknowingly on their movement as the breeze blew through them.
I was mesmerised.
The gentle sway and buoyant motion of each leaf, and of the tree top as a whole, softly stirred me awake from the worldly, crazed, speeding coma I’d been surviving through every day.
Surviving.

Somewhere, deep inside, I knew there was a desire to ‘live’ and not just survive.


That moment stripped me back to the bare essence of what I was – a part of the Earth. I was the leaves as they danced, I was the wind as it meandered around every curve of bark, I was the tree as it stood grounded against space and time.

For a moment so short, I was a human essence, a part of His wondrous creation, and every worldly worry spilled away from my being. “I’m here”.
I connected with the very breath that the Earth took in, and inhaled every breath it gave out.
This is what we are at our foundations, we are souls – boundless and timeless.

My phone vibrated on the table beside me and pulled me back into that worldly life, but did you know… sometimes it’s the short, simple but bounteous moments like those that help to reset our state of mind.
There is beauty in simplicity, and there is life.

I pray that all of your days be filled with such awakening and precious moments.

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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.