NAPKIN WORDS #60 2011 - Dedicated to Mike Prevor

1. INTERESTINGLY ENOUGH OF HOPE
Having traveled all over this globe, I have yet
to find that one human, with the best eyesight,
able to give an accurate count as to, “How
many angels can dance on the head of a pin?”

It must be my failure. Still, I shall travel and
continuously look. I know that one day I shall
find success. For the one thing that I have never
heard of, is an angel growing tired...seems those
lucky flying ones can dance forever.

I hope that these poor eyes of mine will at last
get an answer from one with great imagination
and even greater eyesight!

2. LOVE AND YOUTH
The greatest kiss youngsters will have, will
never be known by their parents.

It happens as a secret, in the beauty of a very
special time that their parents once had!

3. HISTORY IN CHANGES
Each and every idea of freedom is an explosion.

It can blow up in your hands or can free your
country. Sometimes, it does both. Sometimes,
only one!

4. THE SOUND FAMILY BEGINNING
Within each heart is a special string which
must be stroked for love to be heard by
another. Once that string is played, the exact
string in another heart answers, and from that
point on, love and its fate enjoy their music,
composing romance now uniting...once it is
joined, crowds of family and friends gather,
celebrate these wondrous sounds that bind!

5. FRIENDS OF THE GREAT OUTDOORS
Humanity might never prove wise to Nature,
but at least humanity should prove it is interested,
wishes to learn so that it can tell others.

That could be done; there is definitely a way
humanity proves its wisdom to the benefit of
nature.

Nature can’t change but humanity can!

6. DISMAY
Fear is like quicksand, it sucks you in and it very
rarely lets go, unless you are courageous and
never give up.

It can try with all its might to hold you, but it can’t
win unless you willingly give up and lose.

That is your edge in life!

FROM THE PALACE OF AFTERWARDS

Earth is but a pond to a sea of vastness. Unimportant, except in
essentials of its surprise, rowdy movements of passage, refusing
to challenge either sky or silence. Stars of heaven whirl upon
tarnished clouds, seemingly ashamed of daytime, yet lit playfully
when darkness of change offers surprise, like weary combat warriors
silently awaiting times of peace only to find that their love has gone.
Night, flushed with flavored winds, shooting stars igniting wonder,
offers moments met with kindness, achieving a fullness of admitted
care. Nothing offers images of life except sky above sky, hidden amid
a million galaxies seeking home. There, we past mortals are allowed to
rubberneck into worlds of time gone by, offering answers that angels
need so as to continue their good.

Initiates, wishing to hide from a billion floating souls, arrive, some rich
and renowned, pleased to be seen among so many of past importance.
Yet they fear to move about, for the art of passing is still too new. Still,
they seem to enjoy the pleasure of why they are there, who they are,
though each seems a bit saddened and surprised at the abundance of
so many who have equal fear amid a certain awe.

In fairness, the older followers can see some lived joyously as they
passed from youth to a wisdom called age. Not many, but some!
Youth thinks age leaves them alone, and did we not all think the same
when we were children rushing upon playgrounds of our youth? Yes,
we do experience a sadness talking of our young, those we left behind,
knowing that they have barely discovered little aches, or small pains
of passion. A tear falls when they are alone, too young to join, too old
and isolated…how could we ramble on to them about things unknown?

Now, we see everything from a palace of afterwards. We watch their
movements so distant yet near, and ask of ourselves, is it possible that
we failed them when we had time to share?

Should we warn them why carrion eaters prance all about their
calendar passage and how claws of years become dull with usage?
In their forest of life is darkness, yet we can’t shine a flashlight.
Let them have their fullness as we did, for now we are giddy in our
welcomed Eden. At last rested, pleased, we now sit and whisper.

by Edward Huner