Last night, the night winds told me tales of the meadows…

Last night, the night winds told me tales of the meadows…
The stars twinkled as lilies in the sky…
As a pup this happens to me every night…
Before I sink into my pillow and go to sleep.

The morning light wakes me as music to my eyes…
The day all written out in sunbeams…
Feeling a happy life hanging in the kitchen…
Telling me its time to take a big bite of the apple of life.

Do you trust me?
What I tell you now will bring you joy…
You, yourself create your own worry and self-bitterness…
Care for yourself, love yourself, and then you can have compassion for everyone else…
And start creating new worlds.

So, let any anxious thoughts fly away…
They are little more than self-indulgence…
They don’t belong to happiness, like an armadillo doesn’t belong in a tree…
Anxiety will only take you to the steepest part of the path.

So, let’s go arm in arm…
Listen together to the night wind’s tales…
Let the morning light be music to our eyes…
And find our day, written in the sunbeams.

I love you,

Annie