Category: Annie’s World

Me, I’m still a mystery…
I am apt to create anything…
Eager to get into the spotlight…
With me, anything goes.

I can do certain things and not others…
I know some answers and not others…
I live between love and confusion and exhilaration…
Understanding that facts and faith can be two different things.

I am shaped thus so…
My short legs help in my wanderings…
There is always a treasure reserved for me out there, somewhere…
Each day I must go out and find it.

So is this enough, or should I have more?
Should I let the fortune teller draw a single card?
Become a monk pup and only pray?
Or simply study the words of the wise?

I don’t think so!
The audience of my life is only me…
Me, like you, have been given the most wonderful of gifts…
I unwrap them anew each day…
And am always at peace.

I love you,

Annie

Your laughter makes me smile…
Even though I may not know what you are laughing about…
It is like celebrating a victory…
A string of diamonds, pearls and emeralds.

Casual, not very elegant…
Like you and your heart have become friends…
Like the warmth of grandma’s parlor…
Inviting me to please come in.

Making all things one…
Forgetting all the messy secrets…
It doesn’t contain any complicated letters…
Doesn’t need to balance the wobbly bowl.

It is a rough sketch of perfection…
With so much strength in the eyes…
It doesn’t need to finish the story…
Doesn’t care if it is ever finished.

Thank you for making me smile…
With your mighty invisible breath…
It has replaced my stormy expression…
And made my day.

I love you,

Annie

Oh, starry night…
Streaking, shimmering, blinking lights…
An elixir to all life below…
Here I can make myself one with the universe.

It is all perfectly in tune like an orchestra…
Not like our “eat or be eaten” world…
It’s voice quite clear, but few listen…
Taking for granted their greatest treasure.

I wait and wait for it to happen…
I can’t stare at anything for long before it turns into food…
The stars turn into chocolate covered animals…
And dance all about.

Oh how I wish I could eat a star…
But I think that would mess up the universe…
And I wouldn’t be following the philosopher’s dream…
Trading the eternal, for a piece of chocolate (Tough choice.)

Maybe I wasn’t made to be a philosopher…
Once a hound, always a hound…
Tonight I’ll try to count the stars again….
But I think the same thing will happen.

I love you,

Annie

I can see you, seeing me…
Feel how you are considering me…
Your eyes fading in and out of view…
Hoping to connect to my world.

I was afraid that you would never see me…
My heart, so often hidden in the sand…
Because no one takes me seriously…
Yet I’m smart, compassionate and real.

With your smiling approval…

I seem to be growing taller…
Flooded with beauty…
Somewhat exposed…
The canopy of black silk lifting.

You ask…

Where is your ship going?
Who is on board?
Are you an ancient mariner?
Please don’t disappear back into the horizon.

We all know…
Fear of being alone is worse than about anything else…
I can see you, seeing me…
And I thank you.

I love you,

Annie

On Wednesday I am going to be 15 years old

In all these years I have found…

It is not easy to listen to my heart…
Sometimes it speaks of sadness…
Sometimes it speaks of joy…
Sometimes it tells me to cross an endless ocean…
Sometimes it tells me, I am already there.

It says to me, “If you can conceive it, you can do it!”
Or, “It is time to prove everyone wrong…”
Often, it scrunches its face in confusion…
Wondering, “Why am I going so fast.”

It repeats my life with every heartbeat…
Harmonizes with the din of the rain…
Shifts the pieces of my puzzle together…
And when I don’t listen it shows its teeth like a wolf.

It speaks only in brief and simple words…
Of courage…
Of fear…
Always calling for action.

Today it is telling me, “Be happy!”
It is time to race through the waves…
That today is a beginning of a new dawn…
“So, listen, listen, listen.”

I love you,

Annie

I’m starting to find my wings…
Clearly, I’m designed to fly…
I want to be a real flyer…
Like an eagle or a hawk.

But first I must jump…
Faith is hard to come by…
Deep and often not so pleasant…
Can I borrow your faith until mine comes around?

I guess, I am no more frightened than anyone else…
Living with only an image and copy of paradise…
I bark “Hooya, Hooya,” and suddenly float into the air…
OMG, what do I do now?

I’m soaring, I’m soaring!
The glowing windows dotting the streets…
Over the carved apostles…
Into the rising sun.

Life seems to be all about faith…
It is like gas in my tank, or sneakers on my feet (special pup sneakers…)
It helps me to shape the empty air…
And allows me to fly.

I love you,

Annie

Don’t get freaked if you get a whiff of me…
I smell like garbage or something worse…
My hair all splintered and spun…
Why?
I just swam through about an acre of green goo.

Don’t you see?
Life is all about details…
Details of this created world.

The busy world is just a replica…
Not knowing the difference between night and day…
Only looking for gold…
And missing the path in-between.

You know, things like…

Thumping on the soft green grass…
The phases of the moon as they pass…
Knowing how to adjust my wings…
So, I can lift off and slice through the wind.

Rain is so much more than rain…
There is no such thing as a tangled path…
So, the world can have all its wealth and power…
I would rather work with beauty.

Green goo is such a beautiful thing!

I love you,

Annie

I’m approaching the fringe of the question…
You know the one…
Like always I have uncertainty…
I’m not sure if the question is good or bad.

I’m sorry not to be more clear…
The problem is that I don’t know the answer…
All my life I have been wondering…
The answer must be more like an ocean than a pond.

There are just too many possibilities to consider…
Each leaves me more confused…
It is not as simple as why a bee buzzes a blossom…
It is not so complicated as trying to straighten my curly hair.

I hope you don’t worry about it the way I do…
Wide awake at the hour of the wolf…
Always leading to the front door of nothing…
An endless path of minutia.

Well here it is, the universal question aloud…
Are you ready?

Why are there no baby pigeons?
Have you ever seen one?
Have you ever wondered why?

I love you,

Annie

No reason is needed for loving…
Love is not black or white…
It does not live in symbols or sacred places…
It lives within you.

I know, like me, you have gazed at the heavens…
Focusing on one star and then another…
Choosing a star to follow…
Replacing your longing with hope…
Replacing your heartache with love.

Love does not go according to tradition…
Sometimes appearing only in patches of color…
I gather these patches and put them together…
Starting at one end of the spectrum and ending at the other…
Funny, they always end up in the shape of a heart.

Love is invisible yet always present inside you…
Doesn’t need all the technological goodies…
All you must do is stoke its fire…
Come on, I’ll show you how.

I love you,

Annie

I am sitting here, you are sitting there…
Your presence bringing peace…
Like walking into another world…
Speaking the love that is the language of the world.

Our words making beautiful music…
Knowing in this moment we have already found our treasure…
Retracing steps…
Remembering footpaths.

Asking, “What is it like?”
Or, “And you are not sure, why?”
Settling into the flow of life…
Mastering the flow.

Our hearts beating like a vibrating thrum…
Taking us down to the heart of each matter…
Wondering why we ever stopped listening…
To the music and the angels on the other side.

You are my friend and always will be…
Life does not have to be complicated…
I am sitting here, and you are sitting there…
Melting into a pleasant silence.

I love you,

Annie