Guess what?

Guess what?

I know where the dew is made…
The place of the vibrating still waters…
Sprayed and poured out each day…
Season after season forever and always.

It is my special spot in life…
With the aroma of dew dripping blossoms…
And the sugary taste of striped candy…
All calling out my name.

How do I know this place?
Because I have the paws of a pilgrim…
I can understand life’s riddles…
And have figured out that all life’s riddles lead to the riddler.

From here, I see this world’s charms and faults…
Can separate experience from innocence…
And even though I wander far away…
The dew always follows me.

How can anything in this world be amiss…
With the morning dew, even the thorns have no sorrow…
Come, I will show you the place…
And together we can swim in the still, quiet waters.

I love you,

Annie