NAPKIN WORDS #61 2011 - Dedicated to Mike Prevor
1. WHAT IT IS
A broken heart is just two halves needing truth
to get them together.
Most times simple regret by one half or the other
does the perfect job of joining. Though the joining
will be like crazy glue if both halves regret at the
same time!
2. OXYMORON IN PROCESS
Expecting the unexpected!
3. HIDDEN KNOWLEDGE
The secret of life is to live it openly instead of
expecting to live a life closed to others!
4. OPTIMISTIC
Half of life is the half you have already lived.
Don’t dwell on that half too much, for the
second half is a million times better.
Dwell on that!
5. PORTUGUESE EURO KNOWLEDGE
Europe now knows the meaning of yet another
kind of “man-of-war.” This one is economics,
and from what I hear it stings like Hell!
6. KNOWLEDGE
If you can’t be owned, you can’t be sold!
7. LIFE
We never will have more than we need, if we
understand how little we need!
8. CARING
Pondering those special things that make living
so wondrously generous, then thinking of ways
to distribute the same to so many others!
9. WISHES
There is nothing wrong with making wishes.
Imagine how exciting if each of them came
true?
The way I look at it, having had many of my
past wishes come true, a great many more are
soon to become fact.
One of my very newest wishes was that all of your
wishes come true before I am granted mine.
That is the kindness of making a wish!
10. A MAGICAL PLACE
The wisest dining place is spotless except for
a litter of laughter and the grand tasting of
friendship!
ORIGINS
In bursting shimmers, immense bright lights
exploded as time contrived its surprising sway
of passage. Great dust stars afloat in a silent
universe, gifts of astounding magic suddenly
whooshing through darkness, as if but luminous
prayers left unadulterated by creatures of voice,
yet lighting a path for things yet to be.
Every warping twist began in turn-to-turn, swerved
into arc, so in that all knowing, unknowing movement, nameless life abruptly determined it knew enough, or had enough, for suddenly, upon a single iota of space, dust bursting with blue, it emerged. Now we can grasp the singing, hear void of our justification, never to be bothered that we seem so alone. We have learned that the sum of our being is not of flesh rapidly passing, but in a luxury of tender prayers, a kindness named dreams, miracle of many hopes, so extensive that we can wrap all our young in a history, allow them sighs even greater than our own.
Instructing them with a wisdom that our history is not what has passed, it is how it passed, how it is to be remembered by origins of life having a blessing named family, possessing a legacy truly their own.
by Edward Hunter