NAPKIN WORDS #75 2010

1. IT IS A GIFT
The purpose of time is to find yourself,
not lose yourself.

For once you lose yourself, you can’t
make up for the time you missed!

2. HOW IT IS DONE
Love always fills that half empty glass.

Love is the ultimate ideal of optimism!

3. WHERE IT IS LEADING
The North Koreans bomb the South Koreans.

The South retaliates and bombs the North.

From where I see events going, because of
these bombings, is a war between East and
West.

I pray that I am wrong, yet history has often
shown that war does come about during times
of economic hardships.

“And brother, can you spare a dime?”

For so many, those times are exactly now!

4. IT COMES DOWN TO THIS
Wisdom is that very first step that you take
to get away from ignorance!

5. JUST A MOMENT
When a wise man hesitates with kindness,
can you imagine the danger of kindness and
the fool?

6. A SCREWY TYPE OF BALANCE
Tragedies create great human stories.

Humans create great tragedies.

What a horrible equality to the stories
we write, the histories we create!

7. THE DOING THING OF LIFE
Where else can we do what we do, except
within this amazing human body, where the
wise mind advises what the body can do, should
do, and constantly advises the best way to
accomplish what we are able to do?

8. THE BEAUTIFUL GARDENS OF GROWTH
Where children smile freely, there is where the
flowers of growth can be seen in all their wondrous
beauty.

It is a true miracle of their time, of their age,
of their ever achieving mind!

THANKSGIVING

We dispose of vulgarity ruin in swearing
deep into mirrors of daily reflections,
dependent on happiness for our days
to be.

Within our view are hopes, aspirations
of heart, something wisely elevated
upon paths trampled, roads untried
or byways yearned. Strong spoor winds,
ignorant of our past, verge upon
times of our kindness, whispering
gently of an arriving elation.

In rivers, we see images of ourselves
reflecting pursuit of sharing with
others, so together we ever
enjoy feasting on this
blind eye of a wish day, so they
fade away in purpose of atoms,
sprinkle those mixed molecules with
narrating cycles,
those
miraculous
expectations
of the
human
soul.

by Edward Hunter