Any where she goes,
All eyes are on her.
But she is oblivious to why,
Every breath she takes,
Those eyes watch.

She ignores attention.
Yet she is the center of attraction.
Blessed, she goes her way unnoticed,
With no desire to be on billboard.
Unlike many celebs, her red carpet is MAAT,
The ëü (OM),
On which she meditates.

Nanm
Myowo
Wenge
Kyo

Serenity becomes her presence.
She “Wiggles with her.”
Over time, she opens her treasures to her.
She is enfolded with her bliss.

Namaste, she says,
In a peaceful voice so reassuring,
Vultures become prey to doves,
With no desire for blood,
Nor flesh.

Casting stones,
Fire,
Zèklè, &
Thunder,
Their eyes were watching her.

She is Goddess
That she is.