Category: Annie’s World

Of course, I can talk to animals…
It is something in the feel of their sounds…
I know every animal language better than most…
Each day I call out to anyone listening.

I announce the beauty of the Mother of all things…
Listen for the soft pops and crackles…
Then, without saying a word…
I wait for nature to come and greet me.

I can understand you too…
I can read the sadness in your eyes…
I can see what lies inches below the surface…
By the way, you look much younger when you smile.

I say yes to each of your heartbeats…
As with you, so with my own…
I know your mind can’t understand all you have to give…
Until it starts giving.

The animals never have too much to say…
They are too busy taking care of their young, and seeking shelter from the cold…
On the other hand, the world waits for each of your words…
Words of truth, words of kindness, words of love.

I love you,

Annie

Why is the light always shifting?
Scattering into a disorganized jumble…
Like faint wisps of dust…
Slowly fading into the horizon.

You are the most beautiful when…

Your eyes catch the light…
You are unmistakably you…
The dark becomes pure white…
Your face reflects the brilliance.

When I see you in these moments it seems…

You are looking at the voices in your dreams…
Climbing a ladder to the throne…
Entering the heavenly world…
Near, oh so near.

Your eyes have unhindered range…
Seeing beyond the seasons…
Starting in early Spring…
Ending when the snowflakes come.

All in just an instant…
And then the instant is gone…
Each day anew…
Time again to seek that heavenly world.

I love you,

Annie

Today has the air of discovery…
The notion of opportunity…
I hope when it is through, I will have many exciting stories…
Far away from empty remarks about the weather.

Hmmm… which train shall I be taking?
Maybe into the hills and mountains…
The hills are full of astonishment…
And smell of violet and rose.

The quest is to find the indestructible part of me…
To stop arguing with my own reflection…
It is worthwhile to keep looking for it…
Don’t you agree?

This is just the first leg of a long journey…
A tale too slow for the impatient…
Following the great chain of being…
Until I see that there is nothing higher than what is inside of me.

I go to catch up with my own story…
To add a verse to the many verses in the holy books…
So today as I wait at the station…
I know exactly which train I will be taking.

I love you,

Annie

My sister is the waters…
My brother is the mountains…
My mother is the earth…
All, a miracle of grace.

The most and best of my wisdom…
Sparkles down from the stars in the night…
Piercing my heart through a tear in a curtain…
There is no reasonable explanation.

My beautiful world, speckled and spotted…
Screaming, Dive in! Dive in!
Adorning me with the elegant and the splendid…
Making me a joy to myself.

Yet there is another world within me…
With too many shoes too much commotion…
Always another rabbit to catch…
Always wondering where I buried my favorite bone…
Each being a new source of anxiety.

Yet, my sister, brother and mother are not in these places…

They live in the fragrance of the flowers that are blooming…
The wink of an eyelid from a friend…
The sunset yellow, orange, then red…
Yep, it is as simple as that.

I love you,

Annie

Tell yourself a story about how wonderful you are…
Make everything creatively visible…
Translate your life into colors, shapes, and sounds…
Infinite oceans of beauty.

Tell yourself how wise you are…
Your words, the words of words…
Look in the mirror and unleash the power…
Separating yourself from the herd of many.

Now, step out of the shadows…
No need to be a ghost in an empty room…
Your life is like a wide-open country lane…
Let’s go! I am ready if you are.

So,listen to the one who walks on short legs…
Me, born in the smallest of worlds…
But in my eyes, I’m bigger than any dog…
I tell myself that everyday (among many other things.)

I love you,

Annie

Always remember the moments that brought you to tears…
The universe was present in each of these moments…
Speaking of the many roads you have traveled…
Reminding you how those roads were the holiest.

Now slow down and remember the places…
Slow it down even more…
Come closer…
Notice, where your tears have fallen is now holy ground.

Look at where your tears have brought you…
To the other side of darkness…
Can you see it now…
Your tears were like a kiss from the wind.

Sometimes you hardly have to flap your wings…
Sometimes it is a flurry…
Journeys, discoveries, change…
All just a strange outline that sometimes ends in heartbreak.

Never be afraid to cry…
There are always hands that will caress you…
To carry you to the other side of darkness…
This is how you have become the beautiful person you are.

I love you,

Annie

Your life plays a major part of the history of this world…
Written on all your dings, dents, and scrapes…
On all the really sticky stuff…
In your journal describing each time you have met an angel…

Think of your life as an eternal adventure…
Going on for years and years…
Ancient and powerful…
Pushed along by a very insistent wind.

Turning into a poem…
Like waves of a summer field…
Born of fire carved of ice…
Pure water filtered by the rocks of tribulation.

Producing magic…
Gathering strength…
But you must lose your secrets to gain your magic wand…
And then, use your magic only for love.

You say, “I am insignificant, how can I be important to the history of this world?”
What can I do?
You can listen to each moment of silence before you break it…
It is here where you will find how important you really are.

I love you,

Annie

All creativity points to God…
It is where the fire is a little cooler…
Where the rocks are a little less jagged…
Where I can find the hidden keys to all magic.

Creativity is far more satisfying than my worries…
It loves everything and everyone…
Allows me to lose track of the hours…
Melts me into infinite explosions of beauty.

Without creativity there would be no story…
So thankful to the One who first put brush to canvas…
Offering me random patches of clarity…
Unfolding my day like on a movie screen.

I consider myself a somewhat of a troubadour…
My poems chattering through the quiet moments…
Collecting thoughts, sayings, pieces of clutter…
Until they all fit together.

I try to be more respectful than critical…
Loving rather than judging…
I try not to complain and keep my eyes on the beautiful…
Because, who knows, Creativity may be listening.

I love you,

Annie

There is dust on this world…
Through sunlight and shade…
A mist of imperfection…
Settling on you and me.

Yet, it has no grip…
Its tracks have no meaning…
Its secrets have no power…
There is no adventure in any of it.

All this stuff I have seen and know…
I have spoken to the hand who has written it all…
She lives between my breaths…
Telling me that everything I do is sacred.

Her soul is my soul…
My prayers need no words or demands…
We move together on a current of love…
With increasing feeling.

Today is a good day to be alive…
It is all about imagination…
So what if I get a little dusty from this world…
With a quick shake of the tail, I am clean as a freshly licked pup.

I love you,

Annie

Shit happens!
Anytime, anywhere…
When you least expect it…
Sometimes in front of everyone.

I think of trouble a little differently…
I play let it flow by like a river to the sea…
I bow to the audience…
Knowing that I may have created my best story yet.

Let us imagine trouble like a badger…
Just sitting there chewing on some tasty nib…
For me, I can sense the worry in it’s face…
Because I’m ready for take-off!

So, the things within your power are just like that badger…
They tremble at your ferocity…
But you may see them as some tricky kind of ghost…
And hide under your bed.

It’s crazy how scary things become if you just keep staring at them…
Yet those thoughts are neither good nor useful…
Yep, when you worry, you are mostly wrong…
And let that badger run free in the field.

I love you,

Annie