Category: Annie’s World

I’m a conductor…
Guiding each section of nature with my little baton…
I play a love song for each stranger walking by…
Sometimes, even singing in my deep, rich voice.
 
It just all flows out from inside me…
I never hold anything back…
Waving my baton at the millions of parts of this symphony…
While the treble bass of this earth vibrates beneath me.
 
I can always experiment with my audience…
Some things work and some things don’t…
I never expect a permanent atmosphere of approval…
But I’m so happy to find your friendly face here.
 
You know, you have a lot of power…
Your days should never be the same old, the same old…
Your face should never have the look of a funeral…
Come closer, I want to whisper something your fear doesn’t want you to know…
“You are a god!”
 
So, lift up your head and stop looking at your toes…
What can you do?  Plenty!
Today write yourself a symphony…
Of whatever this beautiful day brings.
 
I’ll happily conduct!
 
I love you,
 
Annie

I wish I could have an afternoon teatime…
I would be like a queen…
There would never be a lull in the conversation…
Because I would treat each of my guests like spun silk.

Yes, you have so many things I can never have…
You have the ability to sit, drink tea, and turn every word into art…
I just have the long wavy hair of a rock star…
And the gift of understanding every mood in the music.

You can have brilliant ideas that might change the world…
Yet so few are ever articulated…
My ideas bang around wild in my head…
Yet I can tell all creatures apart just from their sounds.

Of course, we both can be childish…,
We often play the part of the buffoon…
Mostly to make other people smile…
Isn’t that really the purpose of this game?

No, I’m not a queen…
And I will never be able to lift a teacup…
But I figured out that I can always snuggle up to someone in need…
And for me, this is true goodness.

I love you,

Annie

I barely speak human…
You barely speak pup…
Yet, when we’re together…
It is like something warm is being poured into our hearts.

It has always been like that…
With so many unwritten rules…
A lick on your face, a kiss on my nose…
And the day turns into a fairy-tale.

You and I live in two different universes…
But we share the same stars…
Me, being molded wild by the wind…
You, being molded by the world.

Maybe with my poems I can join our worlds…
My first rule of freedom is to only be yourself…
Because when you pretend to be someone else…
You become that person’s prisoner (Lao.)

But there still is time for all of us to be free…
After all we are heavenly beings made of pure light…
Still, we can only find our way together, by each shedding light on each other’s path…
Each voice blending into the chorus .

I love you,

Annie

I used to be a religious scholar….
But I decided I didn’t need all the arguments…
Yep, I traded it in…
For the best lounge chair on the beach.

It could also be that I couldn’t read the words in the hymnals…
And the gravelly tone of my howl…
I wish I could have joined in, maybe played an instrument…
If I could choose one, it would be an oboe.

So, instead I’ve decided to up the ante…
All chips in!
To open my door and open my heart…
Go for that once-in-a lifetime jackpot…

Yet, love doesn’t come in jackpots but in simple scripts.
Against backgrounds of muted blues, greens, and browns?
Like a gift, never something we have earned…
Nestling quietly, in the slight of a breeze.

You know, we are all built to love…
We are all built to be hospitable…
We should always be baking a cake…
And spreading a bit more frosting (Yum).

I love you,

Annie

Haters are everywhere…
Talking rather than feeling…
They come from every direction…
I find it best to simply step out of their way.

I’d rather feel your warmth next to me…
Watch the squirrels snacking on acorns (and pounce if they get too close…)
Shape the event as it comes my way…
Rather than living in a place with no sea, and no sky.

I can get lost in the changing light and floating days…
My butler reading me a picture book…
Anything made with loving hands…
You know, all the things that the trees, long ago, have figured out.

To me, all those hard opinions are like stinky Boar’s breath…
Like space too tight for me to roll over…
I like, much more, to be fully myself…
And to be fully present.

You know that each day, an important meeting is scheduled…
She waits patiently for you to attend…
It happens right after the fog diffuses…
Yes, the game is still on.

Have fun playing!

I love you,

Annie

Be patient…
The universe hands out wisdom slowly…
Some in whispered remarks…
Some through peels of laughter.
 
This whole world belongs to you…
So, what if most of it is covered with dirt…
Don’t you just love the constant variety and surprise?
All the living creatures joining together.
 
Today, my ears are flicked back and waiting…
For something white and beautiful…
I’m listening for the rustling of halos…
All the things I need to romanticize.
 
Oh, what needless pain we bear (famous hymn…)
Thinking that this world is just a ball of hard, blackened flint…
Thinking that we are just crooked pieces of earth…
Basing our days on the latest moves on the stock exchange.
 
But that’s okay, just change the channel…
You never need to apologize to nature…
She understands that you are one of Her own…
You can rise each day, like the birds rising in the sky…
Knowing that She is a part of each and every one of us.
 
I love you,
 
Annie

Here, take this star…
I’ve brought it down from the heavens just for you…
Yes, forgiveness is coming…
But first you have to forgive.
 
She is watching you right now…
Through the dawn creeping through the trees…
Through the stream, murmuring and bubbling…
Waiting to read to you the next chapter of your story.
 
Her gentleness always overcomes the hard…
So, relax, there’s no need to grimace…
Let your soft words come out from hiding…
Your blessing is very powerful.
 
So, what if your life is sometimes like mismatched moves on a chessboard…
You can clear the board and start a new game…
There is a whole other level of life…
With the light of your star take a look around.
 
With your star you can see all the shades of white…
You can see inside yourself and out…
You can keep it or give away…
Hint, if you give it to someone in need, you’ll be given a bigger one.
 
I love you,
 
Annie

My life’s work is listening…
That’s why I’m so wise…
Like, I’ve learned that there are no individuals in a forest…
Each tree is connected and depends on one another.

I’ve learned that a crow will never keep a secret…
They will blab everything both good and bad…
They will warn of approaching danger…
Or go crazy cawing to let everyone know that you found a special snack.

I’ve learned that there is no such thing as a direct path…
The greatest art, to the lazy eye is unsophisticated…
The greatest wisdom comes out of littlest creatures (like me…)
And to find the real light I have to follow the hazy patches of dark.

A prickly bush is the best place to scratch my back (never a cactus, never again!)
That there are few things as beautiful as a flowering magnolia…
And that a walk in the woods…
Is much better than playing a video game in my pajamas (I have a special controller.)

Each morning, I reaffirm my love of listening…
If I forget, I cannot hear the music…
But when I do, I grow eagle’s wings…
It’s really pretty cool.

Do you want to take flight today? Stay close to me.

I love you,

Annie

Ooh! rough night!
Thunder, lightening, rattling my bones…
I need to clear my little pup brain…
So, I’m going to do my favorite thing.

Yep, it’s time to dig a hole…
Time to release all kinds of earthy things…
Pink, slimy worms (yum…)
And the treasure of all treasures, the white grub (they pop with so many delicious flavors.)

With my head half in and half out…
My paws digging up, down and all around…
While getting a muddy beard…
I go through a door that is always open for me.

I like the perspective from down here…
It’s a whole new world…
Some secret power that absorbs my anxiety…
A place of tranquility and freedom.

You can dig too, you know…
Sink your hands into the rich black soil…
It will suck out of you all your heartaches…
And replace them with roses (or grubs, whatever you prefer.)

Can’t you see it?
This earth is a work of art…
Underneath in the lowest of places…
That is where you will find your connection.

And if you’re lucky a few tasty grubs too!

I love you,

Annie

Did you know that I’m the richest pup in the world?
I have more than Bezos, Ellison and Musk combined…
I have so much, I could never spend it all…
It’s all in the details.

First, I have You my friend…
You are my cake full of candles…
A love that I can always fan back into a flame…
Because you and I are endlessly renewed.

Next, I have been blessed with inexhaustible compassion…
For myself and also for this world…
It allows me to see everything like a garden…
Each individual with its own special behavior…
A place where all life’s poop turns back into life.

I don’t need to constantly scrub to be clean (I always smell like a daisy…)
Or dodge my own shadow…
You can easily see how rich I am…
Just look at my velvet shoes.

Then there is my butler…
She exists only to take care of me…
She throws the ball and my floppy ears dance…
My world is solid and full.

Yours can be too if you let it.

I love you,

Annie