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 Healing 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
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.
The wind swept trees stand tall like Hercules with all his strength, for here in this place lies the dead and dying of mankind. Here in this turmoil we also see God. Within the desert the winds are stirring again
I was doing so well. At least so I thought. Maybe For ONE moment, I was over you. Maybe For ONE moment, I was happy. But Suddenly, I saw something, Something amazing, So sophisticated, Made me eager, and intrigued. It
An attack with hatred and ferocity killed many people, how disdainful blind eyes with no sign of fraternity killed outright teenagers, how painful Parents who lost their children shed tears of blood in mournful an act against the faith of
This was an embryonic stimulus for a sprint. Knowledge itself has no legs. Can you run faster than thoughts? The sniper will take you in the open field. I had hoped to die in your arms. The podium was too