Category: Annie’s World

I must believe…
That I can live in a world without enemies…
That I am more than a patch of beaten earth…
That I can hear holy whispers.

I must believe…
That the door will always open if I keep knocking…
That one day I will catch my tail…
That I will see the forever consciousness of God.

I must believe…
I can dance in the dancing light without guilt…
That I shouldn’t have grievances against another’s faith…
That I can warm up my icy cold memories.

I must believe…
That you and I will always be friends…
Our hearts forever linked…
And we will walk hand in hand through eternity.

I must believe…
That there is an overriding good…
That I can love my neighbor as myself…
That I can always be better than I was yesterday.

Why must I believe?

Because all these things are true (except maybe catching my tail.)

I love you,

Annie

I have a refuge within myself…
A safe and powerful place I can go anytime day or night…
Its door is always open…
Yet, I can only enter with the attitude of a child (puppy).

It is so full of color…
Only the brightest of blues…
There is a rainbow of shades…
Bouquets of love and tenderness.

Here, I can hear the mountains speak…
Move from the natural to the unimaginable…
Let the light shine right through me…
And see the outline of a better Annie on the other side.

I enter, when I feel like a tumbling leaf…
Or when life becomes as cold as unbroken snow…
I enter, when my mind is moving so fast that it grinds me to dust…
Or when nothing seems certain.

You know, you have been given this same blessing…
Your own little heaven inside yourself…
Packed with the power of the universe…
And for this life, it is all you need.

I love you,

Annie

When the mist turns to rain…
Making tiny, shiny diamonds on the ground…
Also, on our skin…
Full of shape and movement.

Our hopes for the day toppling and collapsing…
Knowing that today will be a blind world…
Or will it?
Isn’t there a satisfaction in not getting lost in the darkness?

Here is my thinking…
Perhaps the rain is marking something new…
Helping us to hear, to feel, to see…
To remind us that it is time to write a new story in the eternal book.

It is telling us to look at life from all angles…
That being down is not worth the price…
To cleanse our minds until they are as clean as a whistle…
So, we can more greatly appreciate the sunshine.

And then comes the electricity…
Isn’t life all about the electric?
Bolts of light filling our lives…
Removing the veils one by one…
All of this can happen…
When the mist turns to rain.

I love you,

Annie

Whatever I have is plenty…
So many things in life come and go…
I know that I have much more than I need…
And that peace comes with being satisfied.

I don’t ever listen to worries…
That is why I have no wrinkles on my forehead…
Yep, just flip up my hair and look…
As smooth as a puppy’s bottom.

I know that misdirection is not a strength…
It is just a decoy to avoid fear…
Why should I be afraid when no one is trying to hurt me…
And when I hide from what is real, I miss the fantastical.

Instead, I like to relax into the sensations…
I prefer being calm than being rigid…
Diving into the deep, clear water…
Floating between the earth and the sun.

So, whatever I have is plenty…
It is so much more fun living in a world of giggles…
Sights and sounds have a whole different timber.

After a magical day, my eyes start to droop…
I sleep, get up, and do it all again.

I love you,

Annie

Can you be still?
How still?
With no judgments to make?
With no questions to answer?

Can you, leave things as they are?
Stop worrying about people and places?
The time and money you have wasted.

Let’s chance it and see…

Within stillness is everything that you are looking for…
There are no corrections to your life to be made.

For some, stillness is only a few feet away…
But for others it is another mountain.

Stillness is the opposite of busyness…

Busyness is a gray-blue color without detail…
All steps echoing together…
Attached to nothing of the soul…
Clouding over the distances.

Try stillness…
It will change you…
Free you from desire and hurt…
Help you to find yourself.

I love you,

Annie

The moment your eyes connect with mine…
There is an instant reaction…
Like a magic train bringing me into your universe…
Having an emotional effect.

The reflection is like an etching…
I can see your view…
See all your previous wounds…
The worth and purpose of your life.

These moments cannot be improved…
I hope that the feeling is mutual…
No longer afraid of failure…
No longer afraid of loss.

I can see that every wrinkle has its secret…
Some, a bottomless pit…
I am here to save you from falling…
To transform those feelings from milky white to indigo…

So, lets go farther and deeper…
Stop riffling along …
Place watercolor on the etching…
And enhance the beauty of our friendship.

I love you,

Annie

Don’t sweat it!
Just move the dust a little…
It doesn’t have to be perfect…
Close enough is just fine.

There is no such thing as the A-team…
Nor should life be all or nothing…
You’re seeing someone else and not yourself…
And it is like dripping drops of poison into your soul.

Let me tell you of a different wind…
Blowing a rarified air…
It is against societies rules…
But I think you might like it.

It has sheltered many sleepers…
Loves strolls in the park…
Hears the hum of consciousness all around it…
And is attracted to the sparks from other open souls.

When you feel it, you will find that you have always been there…
It is difficult to explain…
But not difficult to experience…
It is the center of who you really are.

I love you,

Annie

The flames of a fire are like a beautiful flower…
A picture of how change should be…
Did you think that white is the only color of purity?
Just stare into the red, orange, yellow and gold.

Such a magical flower…
Who knows where Her conversation may take us…
Perhaps, to what we have learned…
Or maybe to what we have given…
Funny, She offers no advice at all.

Oh, the jewel tone patterns…
Flames to be feared…
Flames to be loved…
Holding so many secrets.

There is another flower even more beautiful…

It lay in the center of my heart…
Welding all the chinks in my armor…
Always renewing…
Funny, this fire gives all kinds of advice.

Yes, you have this same flower within you…
That is why you are the color of every rose…
Telling you that change can be wonderful…
And that each moment should be full of color.

I love you,

Annie

I could never have imagined I would come this far…
Soar at so many different altitudes…
Sometimes like a bird in the sky…
Others like a rock falling through the waters.

Wading past so much conflicting advice…
Fool’s magic…
Much of my life in a fantasy land…
Speeding on the fastest course.

But now I am wise…
The picture of patience…
Always making sure I can see my footsteps behind me…
Taking shelter when I see a boiling sea of clouds.

I often think…
Where would I be without you…
You brought me in where it is safe and warm…
Teaching me only love…
You told me that love is all I need in this world…
The rest I can negotiate.

So, I no longer judge people as if I am appraising art…
Aren’t they just a shadow of myself?
I keep myself to only the four letters of love…
They fit perfectly on the billboard of who I am.

I love you,

Annie

The sky couldn’t be more blue…
I watch, without blinking…
I am so blessed…
I think I will dance with star spangles of the sun.

Simple is my life…
Churning with joy…
What a prize it is to be able to open my eyes…
Living in a light that doesn’t bruise me.

Each day is like a gift, given only to me…
Soft spoken and measured…
Having no need for magical spells…
Hmm! Another beautiful thought.

You can be with me…

Stop your mind from churning…
You are the one who lets it churn…
Stop those meddlesome thoughts…
You are missing this beautiful day.

Open your eyes…
We can do anything…
How about we sit together and count noses (its fun…)
What do you think?
The sky couldn’t be more blue.

I love you,

Annie