“I’m not a strangerI’m not your otherit just seems like I am” – Naomi Aeon A poetress who shines forth through and true for the purest and well-being of all…a true artist of life. -xoxo divine one

I’m dreaming of verdant vines devouring this gate, clearly I’m ready for Spring.

Where we rebuild and cultivate our heart, mind and spirit…but first cake.

Of a passerby who came to build a new game.

For revealing what’s meant to be.

May this medicine land on your ears.

Jumping not only moves lymph but dumps the dated stories.

Touched by early morning rays, certainly they can glow up a corner.

Because going for it will teach you more than just waiting around.

For their giving this morning and every morning