Wayanay Inka

Wayanay Inka ode

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Wayanay Inca………. I hear your call
Within your music flitters my soul!

Within the condor flight
Within every starry night

Within sun rise and sun set
Invisible music I can get

Within a Mayan pyramid
Within the breeze unlimited

Within ancestors’ wisdom
Within the moon light freedom

Wayanay Inca still stand
Quchua ancient land

The way towards sacred secrets of life
Live it with joy and never strife

Within the atmosphere, either and flower
A drop of dew have got the mighty power

Holy Inca, is my homeland
I long for it my love I send

Rivers of enlightenment glowing
The Age of Aquarius drawing

I am joyful
I know it is coming

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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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Another beautiful poem Nada, what have we left if we can not loose ourselves in the music.