There Is No End

There Is No End ode

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Oneness of creation
Simple observation
A disease is there
Herbs will care
Are you feeling ill?
Is your face dull?
A medicine plant
Flourishes to grant
To ease your painful feeling
A perfect nature
Surrounding you
With balance and power
Moving through
Sickness is caused
You are abused
Plants can be used
You are a part of nature
Same as every other creature
Healing is sure
Just be secure
This is so sacred
There is no end

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Nada Amine Awar

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I am a Lebanese female poet, researcher and writer in Arabic and English.Fourth of January, 1957 I was born in Quarnayel, Lebanon. Being an only daughter among three sons, gave my whole life an aromatic taste. I got a master degree in political science from the American University of Beirut. Mahatma Gandhi is the only politician I follow and respect. Gamal Abd Nasir is the only Arab leader I admire. Rabindranath Tagore is my spiritual master. His poetry, writings, music, and universal thought is a real fountain for my spiritual uplifting. Chief Seattle’s “Message To the Modern World” broadened my views and deepened my interrelationships with Mother Nature and the GREAT SPIRIT. John Lennon is my daily friend. I recognize his song “Imagine” as my national anthem. I am a fan of Yoko Ono; I appreciate what she gave to the “whole world” through her love to John. I believe that the cosmic law is the only law that any creature must follow in order to understand the simple truth of life and death: that is another form of existence.
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So so true Mother Nature cures and we abuse her so.
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