Category: Annie’s World

I think, I’m going to write a new country song…
I’m going to dedicate it to you…
My friend with such a wonderful aura…
With eyes with the sweetness of maple syrup.

Yes, there is something about your eyes…
They are truly powerful!
Yet not everything is at peace…
You have too many things waiting to be done.

The chorus is, come away with me, through my favorite path into the woods…
There it is my special gateway…
Through here! Through here!
It’s time to get this mattered settled.

You ask, what’s the next verse?
Nothing, just nothing…
Because as we sit here poking green sticks into the fire…
Nothing is left undone.

I guess this wouldn’t be a very good country song…
It might be better if I had a pair of boots and a cowboy hat…
Yet now, your aura of joy can be seen against the clear blue sky…
And in those beautiful eyes, everything is at peace.

I love you,

Annie

I’m content with my simple, everyday life…
Partly because I receive so much affection…
It’s a feeling like being paw deep in tropical ferns…
Or being the apron of white on a white sand beach.

Ahhh, another day in my happy home…
Each morning brings a small smile of triumph…
Opening my eyes briefly to watch a new scene unfold…
Then rolling on my back for my butler’s famous belly rub.

This joy should be the same for everyone, but it’s not…

I think the reason is that most of this world’s unhappiness comes from a desire for what we don’t have…
Being too high on wanting and too low on giving…
Spending every hour, trying to scrub out all those bad memories…
It’s kind of like steering your tires into a bunch of old nails…
And then watching all the air hiss out of this beautiful day.

Sometimes in your eyes I see a sense of the “I can’t do that…”
No one ever benefits from this aura of doubt…
Stop, weaving the wrong world together…
There are more new world wonders than you can experience in a lifetime of play.

I always start each day with a different version…
Taking in all the music and the motion…
Letting nature churn up some brand-new business…
And then waiting for you to come out and play!

I love you,

Annie

All I have to do is imagine a white sand beach and poof, I’m off to a beautiful island…
All I have to do is grab a lightening bolt and poof, I’m electric like the sun…
All I have to do is look at my short legs and poof, they become long as noodles…
How can this be?
Yep, you guessed it, I’m connected to forever.

Let me sniff your bare-feet and I’ll tell you where you’ve been…
Awww! A smell that is vaguely familiar…
Smells like you’ve been stuck in the same spot for far too long…
Come, follow me, and let’s expand your universe.

Please turn off your phone for a moment…
The more apps you have, the less you know…
I’ll share some of my wisdom (I have more than enough…)
And let me show you how life is all about imagining.

As a pup, I can sense your pain (my special gift…)
What is that, some war wound?
I too, have gone to battle and have many scars…
But my imagination has always brought me back home.

You know, your face is different than every other pup (oops, I meant person…)
So, what if truth and this world seem like a contradiction…
There’s so much adventure inside you waiting to be set free…
So, let me ask you, where do you want to go today?

I love you,

Annie

I don’t ever want to be a grown-up (no fun!)
I always want to ask the question, why?
I’ve found that asking is for free because that’s the way She made it…
Answers are a completely different story.

I never went to school (obedience training is for Boxers…)
Though I understand nature perfectly….
I never had to study it; it’s just always been there…
She doesn’t care that I’m to small to climb anything but a shrub.

All I have to do is nod my head to the rhythm…
Step into the harmony of today…
Sort through the smells, tastes and sounds…
And watch all my fears run away.

So, how do you feel in your circumstances?
Are we talking white or black, hot or cold?
Or about several hurtful particulars…
Are you wondering, what happened to the 31 flavors?

Today let’s try detaching from that poison…
Stop talking yuck, yuck…
Take a seat beside me…
And let me bring you peace.

I love you,

Annie

Can you feel that special joy hanging in the air?
Like a sprinter in the starting blocks…
Whispering of infinite worlds…
Of a life more than two sacks full.

I have little way of describing it…
It was there before the dawn…
When I woke everything was moving with the beat of the music…
There was a soft circle around my world.

It is so much more than theater…
I hear it scrambling through the branches…
I feel it all covered in mud…
Continual, perpetual movement.

Can’t you see that this special joy flows through both of us?
Have you forgotten that it will last forever?
It is the same even though religions describe it in many ways…
They are just using different proper nouns.

It’s kind of like a deep fire…
Joy, being a “right now” kind of thing…
How is it that it knows your name?
Watch close, it is taking shape in today’s morning light.

I love you,

Annie

I’m a creature made for doing nothing…
Yet, somehow, I’m a holy object…
I just sit and watch one full moon after another…
Reigning my little world like a queen (my butlers are my subjects…)

I don’t know how to do life without kibble (no coyote in me at all…)
I take each right and left without a second thought…
I love to stare at the night sky…
And imagine it a river of spilled milk.

Every-time, I smell a rose I forget everything I was thinking…
I think this may be the best drug ever…
Each morning, I stretch my naked legs…
And wander out into a day that is beyond beautiful.

For me, this is true wisdom…
Not caring if I accomplish anything…
Because I know myself…
I know everyone else.

My love for you is pure…
It is a feeling so vast it echoes…
Each time I find myself close to you…
I can’t stop my tail from thumping with joy.

I love you,

Annie

I wish I was a whistler…
My whistle would sound like a stream trilling over rocks…
Like grass being fluffed by the wind…
Welcoming all the birds to join in…

My tune would carry nothing but love…
Bringing all beings into harmony…
Merging the two separate eternities…
All before the sun kissed the ridge.

Oh, so different than the clanking of machines…
The bitter sounds of conflicting emotions…
All the chaos echoing in separate directions…
The constant laments about tomorrow.

My whistle would be like laying in the cool mud…
The world my paradise…
Trotting about in my breezy way…
Stopping only where it mattered most.

Especially on a day like this…
The roses and the bougainvilleas in full bloom…
With such a close soul attachment…
I would whistle along my way.

Boy are you blessed! You can whistle!

I love you,

Annie

Each day I take into my soul so many revelations…
So much intimacy, so many secrets…
All from the glory in which I’m constantly surrounded…
That is why I’m radiant and joyful.

Peace is my highest value…
My stomach always dancing with hope (food is a close second…)
Everyday I’m so much younger than yesterday…
Dying, I think, will be just returning to the womb.

I love to live in this place where She has put me…
Disappearing into the rhythm of each day…
There are so many floors to this sacred elevator…
I never know if I should go up or down.

So, let’s have a private talk…
Neither you nor I have any need of rescue…
Let’s kick aside that pile of black and blue…
And just enjoy the day.

Please remember, love only splashes our shores briefly…
Those moments are what life is all about…
Like when my butler scratches my ears each morning…
Or when your dear friend gives you a hug.

I love you,

Annie

From such a spec came this tree…
It is the mystery I seek answered…
How can a spec contain such limitless power…
This has Her handwriting written all over it…
In perfect, slanted script.

This tree is now my quiet refuge…
There, being, so much truth inside…
We were both formed together to have communion with the heavens…
Shouldn’t this release us all from worry and fear?

I’m starting to get used to the idea of oneness…
You know, us being sons, pups and daughters of something greater than ourselves (Notice I added pups…)
So, what if things don’t always work out right…
The little seed still grows.

Why should I force any issue, decision or commitment?
Or when I don’t get my way, roll the hackles up on my back…
This universe is forever out of control…
So, why should I try to control it?

As I sit in the shade of this miracle I wonder, “What’s all the fighting about?”
Power, money, ego, position…
Not for me today!
I think I’ll just curl up beneath it all…
And listen to my little heart grow.

I love you,

Annie

Are things really that complicated? I don’t think so.