Poetry

I am…

...blessed to have the vision to see what others are unaware of

and the gift to illuminate the obvious.

I wonder for many hours, living mostly in my head, 

pondering why others aren’t fascinated

with quantum physics, the origin of stars or our relationship to water.

I hear sounds no longer appreciated,

like silence...

 I see blessings in the trees,

 in their shifting, swaying, luminescent leaves

with arms reaching towards a pregnant moon.

I want to know more.

Weave intellect with curiosity and feed my hungry mind.

I am blessed to have the vision to see what others are unaware of

and the gift to illuminate the obvious.

I pretend, I’m on a mission.

I feel,  I really am.

I touch the hearts of old people, youngsters, homeless on the street

and see the universe in the twinkle of their eyes.

I worry often- too much, 'I’m not good enough',

'life is hard'...maybe, 

'I’m wrong' or 'all alone'.

I cry when the sadness of worry swallows me whole,

when trees are cut, people go ignored, anger released, recyclables trashed.

I am blessed to have the vision to see what others are unaware of

and the gift to illuminate the obvious.

I understand it’s all in my head,

as it is in yours.

I say… 'thoughts become things', 'words are our passports'

and ask, 'where are we going'?

I dream... I’m validated, stable, at peace,

a yogi, an artist, a scientist of the streets.

I try to move forward,

one day at a time.

I hope to discover my purpose, my reason for

this path that I’m on.

I am blessed to have the vision to see what others are unaware of

and the gift to illuminate the obvious.

I realize this is my process

and this is my bliss.

~ Annelies Gentile 2010

Artists…

have an important role in society.

We hold a space

 for communication,

a space

 to decode the complex rhetoric

 of the everyday.

Artists are the eyes

 of the blind

 who do not know they cannot see.

We are the hearts

 of the blocked

 who do not know they are confined.

We are the ears

 of the deaf

 who do not know how to listen.

We are the senses

 of society

 and the mouthpiece

 for a message.

We are modern day shamans.

We are artists.

~ Annelies Gentile 2005

Infinite Source of energy

Connected to all 

I can

and can't see

All there is

is all in me

I'm an

 infinite source of energy

Blessed I am to be

Who this mystery

called me

Doesn't matter

if I can see

I AM

infinite source of energy! 

~ Annelies Gentile 2011