NAPKIN WORDS #78 2011 - Dedicated to Mike Prevor

1. DURING MY TIME
During my time, I have witnessed some people
acting like they were a God. I have also seen
many others behaving evilly, as if a devil.

When I at last pass from my time of the present,
I pray that I shall meet God, while having the good
fortune of not running into evil dressed in the form
of that horror we have named The Devil!

2. THE CHOICE IS YOURS TO MAKE
If you choose to live your life displaying the wonder
of kindness, the honesty of truth, you will never
have to surrender your soul.

Remember always that it is your choice of how you
chose to live.

Never concern yourself with how others chose to
live!

3. A WONDROUS OPPORTUNITY
When we take a breath, we are breathing some
essence of the past, adding something of our own
to its present form, and then allowing that wonder
to travel on.

It will be a breath taken in the future and you will
be in it, you will be a majestic treasure of the past!

4. ORATORY OF TIME
There are two great reasons time uses when
explaining your time:

One is the great beauty of Why you exist.
Second is the great joy of How you exist.

Time takes these two and intertwines them.

If you live in a manner thinking only of your time,
without caring about the time and needs of others,
time will tell nothing of your time for time will not
write it down.

Time is always on the lookout for those who reach
out during their lifetime to make the lifetime of
others, time writes that down in the Life Book of
Epics.

It becomes your history, and that history is what
time will tell to all. Your time and your deeds
will be spoken and written about for generations
to come!

5. THE PURR RELATIONSHIP
The actions of a kitten, are so like laughter.

Happy, it purrs, other times it ignores.

You laugh at some things and ignore things
others are laughing at. Purrfection!

WE LIFE

In absence of sound,

memory retains

loud

reminders.

A

burning life ash

is doused,

lingering as a

telling of

curling smoke

tales,

we were here.

Spring cold rain-washes
away the very
last
presence of we.

by Edward Hunter