Category: Annie’s World

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

I listen to the conversations of passing tourists…
People watch by San Diego Bay…
They move like waves of extended ripples…
I wonder, does anyone really know where they are going?

Some talk as if they are climbing a grand staircase…
Some wail their arms like they have a snake by the tail…
Some talk as if they are in a long, bloody battle…
All with smiles, angry scowls, or laughter.

There is always a hint of feeling…
Most craving approval…
I so want to reach out and tell them…
Your path doesn’t end at the sea.

I know a lot more than I let on…
Yep, it looks like a small dog would live in a small world…
But there is life inside me…
And it knows it is okay to go into the deeper waters.

Now only silence and the wind…
Thinking of so many lives, so many hopes, so many dreams…
The people have long disappeared into the dark, invisible distant…
But I think I saw the universe today.

I love you,

Annie

The wind told me you were coming…
You, so brilliant, you make the stars pale…
Having a different kind of symmetry…
Welcome to my color charged world.

I’m here to tell you a secret…
Guess what?
You already know everything you need to know…
You no longer have to live like you are stuck in molasses…
Or have your mind spinning endlessly with worries and fears.

It’s like when my mama taught me to swim. She said…
Annie you already know how to swim…
Paddle with your right feet and you will turn left…
Paddle with your left feet and you will turn right…
Paddle with all feet and you will move out of the muck and mire.

So, let’s start paddling and go hunting for magic…
You know there are genies all around…
Not inside magic lanterns…
But through the prayers of your heart.

It is time to get off the microscope’s stage…
There are too many weird things swimming around down there…
The wind told me you were coming…
So let’s spread our wings and fly!

I love you,

Annie

Today I am opening a hole in the world…
Digging with energy I didn’t know I had…
It may take time, but I am a patient pup…
It is just another normal day in the oasis of my life.

Hello, is anyone down here?
My name is Annie…
Get away from me big biting bug!
You are not who I have come to see.

Tomorrow is swimming day…
I’m hoping to make friends with a goldfish…
Both shimmering and wet…
Together like braided ribbons.

I’ll leave others to their own…
I’m too busy learning the language of the birds…
Always searching for harmony between body and soul…
I think it’s a common quest.

I’m so happy to have a playground like this earth…
I can move freely among the peeps, honks, and splashes…
When I was a puppy, I made the best decision…
Choosing napping and playing over billions and billions.

I love you,

Annie

I think curiosity may be holy…
Colors and scents and flavors…
Proud, free motion…
Serene, powerful acts of kindness.

I scratch it with my nails…
Understand, I have control of nothing…
Wonder about the glitter surrounding the moon…
If I can jump across the Grand Canyon.

There’s so much going on that I’m unaware of…
Curiosity allows me to see…
Sometimes I need to approach it with quiet footsteps…
Sometimes I have to pounce on it like a lion.

All around me there are curious looks…
I wonder if they are curious about me…
Now the roles are reversed…
It’s okay, my life is an open book.

I pray that I can always be curious…
Often realizing that there is never an end to understanding…
Curiosity leads me to adventure…
And adventure keeps me young.

I love you,

Annie

I am appropriately small…
My length makes up for my height…
My life is mostly meet, bump, butt sniff and depart…
Yet inside I’m building my dream…

I am a pup who believes in dreams…
Starting from the sky above…
From small water to big water…
All depending on me saying one word, “YES!”

Everyday I watch dreamers build dreams…

Some have built grand cathedrals…
Others have captured them with watercolors or oils…
My dreams are much simpler…
I dream of being kind to everyone in this world.

If you like, I can help you build your dream…
Like a garden it depends on rich soil free of worry or guilt…
The seeds will come from your thoughts and meditations…
The flowers will come from above.

YES, is the beginning of it all…
It is the key that unlocks the door…
NO, keeps your dreams locked away…
To a pup with an IQ of 2, it seems like an easy choice.

I love you,

Annie